Biker jacket, check. Helmet, check. Scarf, check. Boots, check. Gloves check.
Running around Interstate 95 with no particular place to go… Who needs to know? Freedom!
pic of the day
Oh Well Jogging Morning
It was hot, humid as the sweat could see morning. Water and sunglasses were in place, shades required but were not a must. Wind blowing a tad, plenty to make a bird faint-hearted but not powerful enough to lift a tree off its roots. I guarantee you, it was not raining nor did it appear it would but it might, the day was still young and this is South Florida after all. It made my timing outside mouthwatering, considering my love and hate relationship with heat. Yes, we just don’t get along. I have been known to hit the pavement once or twice because of it. Not a pretty scenario but it played in the theater near me, handsome first responders included. They were a pie in a box of chips and I did not complained. I just said Amen and went about my day! Thank you mother nature for being so kind to me. Mr gym, we shall talk next week. We have a date.
Butterfly Of Tomorrow
We are made to dream, to think and like a paper kite, to fly!
We are made to dance, swing and play ball, sing a new song
and smell the bread in the oven.
We are made to be children of the world, butterfly of tomorrow,
zigzagging the elements
running through the forest
gazing at the horizon and breathe the tailored air.
We are made to dream and here we are, dreaming!
© Angela Aguiar










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