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Warm hypnotic breezes blow
The weeping willow and flowers bend  to and fro

Branches reaching out towards the sky
The sky is night blue with a scattering of cotton white clouds
The air is a perfect comforting temperature which lulls one into a state of peace and stillness
Wind chimes play their melody to the rhythm of the wind
The tree leaves glisten from the sunlight hitting

All is good and peaceful
Is more than a city
It is a feeling
Its a place one goes to feel magic
A place that touches ones heart and never leaves
A place to go and touch history
and a place to marvel at all that is there
A place that dances like a gentle muse
Whether one fancies monuments like the Eiffel Tower or just a quiet walk down a street
It is all special and sublime
But perhaps the most special thing  is to be there
when it rains
To watch the people moving to and fro while the rain gently washes the city while sipping a cup of coffee in a local cafe

This is Paris
Home is more than a place, or a location
Its where you are cared for, and where you belong
It’s where you are meant to be
It can be anywhere, not where you were born
It can be anyplace in the world
Home is not an idea
It’s a feeling
He was a beautiful monarch butterfly
Unique in some ways
He had bright colored orange and black wings decorated with an intricate pattern

He was always alone visiting flowers near where he lived
He never ventured out too far

One day he noticed a beautiful blue butterfly close by
He had never seen such a thing
Its color was stunning to him
He flew over to it to ask where it was from

She said she had came a long ways away from the south down by Brazil
She told him there were many more just like her there

The monarch butterfly found the answer incredible
He could not believe it

The blue butterfly told him that he can go anywhere in the world at anytime if he wants

She told him that a group of butterflies would be traveling north the next day and that he was welcome to join them

Early the next morning as the sun began to rise, off in the distance, a large flock of butterflies could be seen flying north
They looked beautiful against the light of the rising sun

One of them was the monarch butterfly
Where the grass is bright green, and sounds of running water can be heard there sits a large
weeping willow tree with long, bending branches
It has been there a long time.

The branches of the willow are so long that they can reach to the ground, and then up to my apartment balcony on the top floor

In the wind, the branches sway back and forth to the rhythm of the wind spreading out like the wings of a bird

As the wind blows, and the rain starts to fall, the willow bends down and up as if it’s trying to reach the balcony of my apartment and beyond

The tree almost looks like it is dancing to the rhythm of the wind with its movements back and forth and up and down

Nature is pure magic
There is a very special place a long, long ways away.....it is thousands of years old with traces dating back to Spain and before.

In the land of a thousand and one nights. The place of myth and rumor, is a city built of light rose pink buildings with turquoise window frames and a feeling of a great peace and harmony.

Things move slowly here as there is no reason to rush. At night, a calm falls over the city and it takes on a lavender hue.

People sit in cafes enjoying their coffee while the hypnotic breezes brush across their faces tempting smiles and laughter. Some call this feeling the purple haze. It seeps into buildings like a vapor, moving through the walls and windows covering its residents with a soft blanket while they sleep.

It has a delicate scent of lilacs and the color is a pale colored lavender with flecks of gold and silver woven through it like a fine tapestry or fabric.

As the mist penetrates the air, it brings about a feeling of total peace and tranquility second to none. The origin is a mystery,  though some say it comes from the snow capped mountains near by.

All anyone knows for sure is that it is a precious gift.

It’s magic
Imagine that you are sitting at the top of an all white building
The sky is bright blue with a few clouds scattered throughout
The sun is shining
There is just a slight breeze -- not too much to be overpowering

As you look out, you see the ocean
It is a beautiful turquoise blue
The day is absolutely perfect
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