She was always early.
Mists were still lifting from the muddy streets when pools of water reflected her lithe figure running down the townhouse steps.
It was a warm morning with a cool twist. The sort of weather where spring and summer mingle in a friendly tussle over who will rule the day.
Carriages rippled through puddles, splashing water over their shiny wheels.
But she didn’t mind the mist and water.
It was time, and that was all that mattered.
Running through the slowly waking streets she hastened to the park in the middle of the green. Yes, she was almost there.
And yes, they were waiting for her.
Fluttering sparkles of color mingling with melodies of joy greeted her eager outstretched arms. It was as though the trees had come alive, and were spinning for happiness in the signal of a new day.
Digging into her pockets, she pulled out bunches of seeds and cupped her hands.
A smile spread across her face. Yes! Yes, this was joy.
“The liberal soul shall be made fat: and he that watereth shall be watered also himself.” Proverbs 11:25
“Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.” Luke 6:38
