See It All Through Different Eyes

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This old gal…

Finds comfort…in home away from home…wintering in the same town…the same camp…the same cabin…enjoying the familiar…eateries…shops…parks…neighborhoods…feels safe driving…when to turn…where to turn…streets to avoid…backroads to take…reconnecting with familiar faces…and all those pet friends…

But the adventure need not end…familiar sites…humdrum…stagnate…instead…turn the lens a bit…see it all…through different eyes…notice things…not noticed before…

Crazy roots…popping from the ground…dainty little rosette blooms…giant palms…dried up springs…an age old home…made only from brick…

And that tree…so tall and proud…it’s face…so clear…so obvious…drawing you in…mystical…magical…perhaps it’s waiting…for whispered wishes…longed for desires…from visiting friends…both young and old…

Seeing the new…in the known…making wishes…on what could possibly be…a magical…tree…makes it quite clear…that even a comfortable old gal…and that husband of hers…

Can create…adventure…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…