Living In the Moment

This quote had me thinking of how many wonderful people I have in my life that this statement could apply to. It is not the beauty of a certain place, it is the beauty of the person. It amazes me how some people can light up a room just with their smile. How others can make you feel at home just with their laugh. Others have a way of entering a room that their presence says it all. Who in your life lights up a room?

BIKE RIDING As I rode my bike down the street, through the small path I remember the feeling of being free. I remember not wanting to go too fast, afraid that I would lose traction with the thin wheels that supported my 10 speed bicycle. The cool air blowing against my face made me feel like I could do anything, it was invigorating. I wondered if this feeling would last forever. While riding, questions would come into my mind of where will I be in twenty years? Will I be in an Executive office? Will I be driving, or using a train to get to work? Will I be making a lot of money? Who will I be working for? My little mind would wonder from thought to thought with no limitations. The world was my oyster. I think riding my bike made me think that I had a superpower, that at any given moment I would be able to levitate off the ground and just take off to anywhere I wanted, become like a bird with wings. I would soar above everyone taking part in their daily lives; watching people walk ...

If you have been following my posts, I am sure you have figured out that Autumn is my favorite season here in New England. Although, all the seasons bring their special moments, I love this one the best. I thought it was a perfect day to post this photo. I look forward to all these things mentioned above - Sweatshirts, hot cocoa (replacing lemonade), a reason to get out the boots, crisp air - Love it all. What is your favorite season and why? Is it Winter because you love to ski? Or Summer because you love to swim? I would love to hear from you!

Roald Dahl has been a favorite author of mine since I was child. It is unclear to me when I first took a liking to his work. It could have been when I first read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, James and the Giant Peach or The Big Friendly Giant. Whenever I came across this quote by him, I knew I had to use to for Whimsical Wednesday. Who is your favorite childhood author?