Bright green and crisp. Loud crunch as each piece breaks into my mouth. Perfect balance of sweet and tart as the fresh apple’s juices flow.
New year, fresh start. Begin again — carry with me all I’ve learned. Look ahead. Hope instead of dread.
Rhythms and routines. Playlists and pauses. Leaving behind what held me back. Looking ahead with fresh perspective.
Blogs and books. Poems and posts. Fresh ideas germinating from seeds of experience and expectations, dreams and desires.
Fresh is full. Flowing. Flowery. Fun. Not stuck or sandwiched or slippery.
Fresh impacts, invading our senses, inviting hope.
Fresh lays aside dreary, rotten, stinky. It refreshes and renews. Reveals and revels.
Holy Spirit, blow fresh on us today, we pray.