Lumens

Please run with me; the wind at our backs. The wind only pushes up our smiles and hair to take a minute to grin at the yesterdays we left behind.

The countless lumens that we hold cannot be measured if they don’t catch us. We can stretch in all directions with our light, unaffected and pure. Radiant. Easily, we continue to outfox the dark shadows in their futile attempt to take over. What a brilliant success story we have become.

Pride doesn’t allow us to take a bow, but you know you can, and you probably need to pause for a moment and perform a blushing floral curtsey. Make it deeper than your last one because nobody else can grant you attendance to their high court.

Games serve those that play in the blazing, blistering Sun. Although they may overwhelm even the cleverest and knowing player, they become a necessity for us. You know these games are a welcomed trivial pursuit, ace, and hole-in-one today.

Lumen your happy, mischievous self and leave the SPF in the dusty summer dirt. Source it out to all and for all. Smile once again, my friend. Bring your required racquet and let the Sun pour through and illuminate your successes through its taut clear plastic strings.