Kim's Thoughts Page
Outside
It was still early in the day when she opened the doors to the balcony. It had been a lazy afternoon-not much had been accomplished-other than a few menial chores. She was late making the bed and listened to one of her favorite songs on the radio, when she noticed again what a beautiful day it was.
As she stepped out of the house, the warm summer heat enveloped her and she breathed deeply, taking it all in. there was a great view from where she was. She walked to the edge of the balcony and stood briefly with one foot propped on the lower railing and her camera in hand. There was a gentle breeze blowing-almost enough to cool her face as she gazed out over the water. The sun's reflection on the waves looked like diamonds sparkling in a brilliant light-and in the distance, she could see the sandy shore and the vivid colors of the ocean.
At the edge of the shore, the water was a bright turquoise which faded into a deep slate blue further out. The tin on the roof across the street looked almost white in the sun's bright light. She sat with her two boys in the green adirondak chairs on the proch and they listened to the sounds of the breeze blowing and the faint calls of the seagulls in the distance. It was the kind of afternboon that left you without a care in the world.
Kimberly A. O'Gara © 1998
The Swing
One of her favorite thoughts was of the two of them sitting on a front porch swing in the cool of the evening-during a rainstorm. A swing made of hand-whittled logs, tied together with a heavy twine and covered with thick, white linen cushions. She imagined him sitting on one side of the big wooden swing with his left elbow propped on the armrest and his hand wrapped loosely around the chain from which it was suspended. She pictured them both with hair still wet from the rain, him in a pair of faded blue jeans and a really soft, white t-shirt, and herself in one of his chambray button-downs, still fresh with the scent of him. Both of htem barefoot-totally relaxed. No music-no interruptions-Just the soft sounds of hte rain on the tin roof, the sweet smells of summer, and the sound of their hearts beating together.
Kimberly A. O'Gara © 1998
Not Alone
Although I sit here by myself, I know I'm not alone... I picture myself sitting on top of a mountain, overlooking with wonder, the beauty and serenity of the valley below. I see the mist of the morning, rising from the ground and forming a haze which softens all of the glorious colors I see as the sun makes it's way from behind the horizon. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, and the cool, moist air of the morning fills my body, invigorating every part of me. I place my hands behind me on the ground... feeling the cold, hard rock of the mountain and the soft patches of sheet moss growing on its surface. I see leaves and rocks strewn on the earth's floor and hear the scratching sounds of squirrels scampering up the trees nearby, and the sweet song of the birds welcoming a new day. I watch the sun burn away the morning fog and reveal the vibrant colors of the autumn leaves in all their splendor. All I have to do is close my eyes and I am anywhere my mind can imagine. The pictures that it creates, stemming from all the beauty my eyes have seen before... the sounds, from all my ears have heard over the years. It's amazing to me, how the images are all captured and replayed so life-like. The thought is so real, that I can feel the warmth of the sun upon my face. I smile, at the wonder~the mystery~of all that I see...and although I sit here by myself... I know somehow-I am not alone.
Kimberly A. O'Gara © 1998
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Last revised: May 14, 2000.