Quickly, lightly, she tripped down the staircase, reveling in the swish swish of her lacy new dress, happy to be up and ready to await the others. There was something so fresh, so quiet and enchanting about a new and early morning… like coming upon the first spring crocus blooming up out of the hardened brown earth… making her long to be its discoverer.
The east-facing living room had a soft air to it, a whispery feeling of secret messages yet to be told in the day and a bell-like brightness, like a brook on a rain-washed morn; someone had opened the windows so that the breeze was now billowing the sheers — where together with the sunlight flickering through them — they danced higher and higher the way music does in cathedral rafters. It was a sweet, lovely, clean breeze that brought in the song of the birds and the rustling leaves beyond.
Above this, the mantel clock chimed, a lovely foretelling of chapel bells soon to be ringing alleluias, but it was the fragrance so filling the room now that beckoned her come, catching and soaring her heart as kite to wind. Fragrance like a Presence of Glory.
It was then she felt it most, this Eastery, shivery, ripple-y joy.
And pulling a stool near the tall vase scrolled in blue and white birds and flowers, she leaned in to cradle and breathe in the scented blooms in her hands.
“Good morning beauties!” she couldn’t help greeting them aloud.
See two more portraits of this little girl at my Picture it in Pen and Ink blog, All Things Childhood
May the Fragrance of His Beauty
fill your hearts and home this Easter!
© Pam Depoyan
Heaven Scent, little girl drawing above: mine. (Please do not copy without permission. See my copyright info button on the sidebar. )