Rays of gold and streaks of orange, this copper sun, setting like an African crown on the horizon, creating a magnificent backdrop to our basketball court.
A light breeze – no longer hot like the summer months when evening still holds the heat of the day.
A symphony of sounds – the birds chirping away like they own the place, not a worry in the world.
The touch of roughed up rubber, yet smooth from wear and the sound it makes dribbling the ball on the cracked cement.
The look of their smiles – oh their smiles – just a random afternoon of unplanned hoops with a few of my girls, and the feeling of their admiration at my “swish.” My soul smiles and pride of the past creeps in like the voice from the newscaster, “Hot-shooting Mary-Kate Martin hits another!” I may be old but I’ve still got it, I wink to myself.
She looks at me and says, “This is peace. This is the most peace I’ve felt in a long time.”
No words are necessary. Just the sounds of the ball on the cement, hitting the backboard, birds as our melody, a captivating sunset, and breath of heaven that prickles the skin.
The world stops in moments like this. Peace. Joy. Contentment. No “duties”, no “to-do” lists, no overwhelming feeling of time slipping away. Simply being present. Oh, the greatest present.
In moments like these, the world stops – joy is alive
where peace resides.
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