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Revived Curiosity

<p>Unbeknownst to me&comma; I found myself searching for all that makes me Me&period; I realized this interest came to me after spending time at my childhood home&period; Unlike my current city&comma; my childhood neighbourhood bears a rich catalogue of memories that are uniquely mine&period; Each block of pavement a playground&colon; directly to the left of my home we sat on the pavement collecting and trading stickers&period; The scratch and sniff were the most sought after ones &lpar;my favourite the buttery popcorn one&rpar;&period; Just a few houses away&comma; my best friend&&num;8217&semi;s house &&num;8211&semi; a place of adventure where science and math were put to the test&period; Sliding down the staircase at record speeds in a cardboard box and crashing into a barricade<span class&equals;"Apple-converted-space"> <&sol;span>of couch cushions&period;<span class&equals;"Apple-converted-space"> <&sol;span><&sol;p>&NewLine;<p>A five minute walk away was the community pool&period; A place of endless hours of summer fun&period; I’ll never forget the day the whistle blew&comma; &OpenCurlyDoubleQuote;Everyone out of the pool&excl;” A summer rain shower was on its way&period; Gathering our things we began our walk home&period; Half-naked in our swimsuits and sandals with our towels draped over one shoulder we found ourselves caught in one of the most magical storms&period; Nature opened its window with an invitation to experience its splendour through and through&period; The pavement was steaming hot and gave off a smell of earthworms&period; Our walk home turned into a dance&period; Joining the rush of pitter patter&comma; our bodies moved to and fro&period; Our feet moved in unison with the bursting droplets&period; Opening our mouths and stretching out our tongues we tasted its wet drink one drop at a time&period; We lifted our heads in surrender to its artistry&period; With shuttering lashes we watched the droplets descend upon us&period; A vision of heaven&period; A symphony of senses&period; A magical moment&period; Washing&comma; cooling and massaging our summer skin&period;<span class&equals;"Apple-converted-space"> <&sol;span><&sol;p>&NewLine;<p>A childhood memory so vivid and consuming&period; A memory that revived my adult curiosity&period; In a search for &&num;8216&semi;Me&&num;8217&semi; I discovered that nature has not stopped handing out invites to experience childlike magic&period; The next time nature catches your attention&comma; let the glance become a gaze&period; Let the background become the backdrop&period; Take a seat&period; Prepare your senses&period; The play is for you&period;<span class&equals;"Apple-converted-space"> <&sol;span><&sol;p>&NewLine;<figure id&equals;"attachment&lowbar;1643" aria-describedby&equals;"caption-attachment-1643" style&equals;"width&colon; 4032px" class&equals;"wp-caption aligncenter"><img class&equals;"alignnone size-full wp-image-1643" src&equals;"https&colon;&sol;&sol;thesoulwhispersblog&period;com&sol;wp-content&sol;uploads&sol;2019&sol;01&sol;627d1691-9d8d-41b7-9a7b-e9a8ccc54839&period;jpeg" alt&equals;"627D1691-9D8D-41B7-9A7B-E9A8CCC54839&period;jpeg" width&equals;"4032" height&equals;"3024" &sol;><figcaption id&equals;"caption-attachment-1643" class&equals;"wp-caption-text">&OpenCurlyDoubleQuote;God’s glory is on tour in the skies&comma; God-craft on exhibit across the horizon&period; Madame Day holds classes every morning&comma; Professor Night lectures each evening&period;<br &sol;>Their words aren’t heard&comma; their voices aren’t recorded&comma; But their silence fills the earth&colon; unspoken truth is spoken everywhere&period;” Psalm 19&colon;1-4 MSG<&sol;figcaption><&sol;figure>&NewLine;<p>&nbsp&semi;<&sol;p>&NewLine;<p>&nbsp&semi;<&sol;p>&NewLine;

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