While My Guitar Gently Weeps floats upon the summer air, drifting in from the open window. She looks to the left and sees her father humming along.
“Daddy,” his little girl asked one day, “what color is love?”
Being a thoughtful man, he paused and his fingers that gripped the steering wheel longed to wipe away the iridescent tears from his daughter’s cheeks.
He pondered how to answer. Looking over at her he could have said this it is like the color of a kiss or the surge of a glance from a soulmate. Or maybe he should explain it is the color of a life swept away by a storm, or that if it is anything, it is the color of his favorite rose he planted years ago.
He slowed down the truck as they came to a stop sign. He turned to face her.
“Love,” he said as light as an angels touch, “is the color of your mother’s eyes.”
His little girl blinked as her face bloomed into a graceful smile. All her life, she had been complimented on her fine cerulean eyes, the ones that matched her mother’s like twin stars. As always, her daddy knew the answer to what ailed her.
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The Beatles often inspire me and my dad’s memory is often a presence in the piece. Music was a huge connection between us.
Inked Peacock Tales 
A story as lovely as George’s song.
As you probably know, I almost never follow links or watch videos on blogs, but this was an easy choice.
If Lennon was the bite, and McCartney the sugar, then Harrison was the gentle soul of the band.
Your clever and touching snapshot of life admirably reflects the subtle beauty of the music.
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I know that you have followed two links of music I have posted. Thank you for the trust in knowing it would be worth it. This song has always held a place in my heart.
Thank you, as always.
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This was beautiful Anja, I especially liked the line: ” “Love,” he said as light as an angels touch, “is the color of your mother’s eyes.”
What a beautiful compliment to pay to his wife and your mother.
Merry Christmas, hoping you have the best of days..
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Thank you!! Also, your card will arrive after Christmas. I am sorry. Actually all my cards will probably be late. Merry Christmas.
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That’s fine…did mine arrive? Merry Christmas to you…
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Yes!! Thank you. I wrote to you a bit in my card.
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Ok good to know….not all of them arrived on time, some might be stuck in snow drifts on the west coast…..
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I forget I’m sending it to the future. You would think that would speed it up.
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Sadly the opposite seems to happen….lol
Anyway enjoy tomorrow when it comes your way…I’m sure Santa will be most generous….
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Any hints for tomorrow?
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I’d say stay cool, but in your case maybe stay warm…lol….its gonna be a good day, enjoy it, eat well and love the ones you’re with…
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Okay. Will do. Thank you.
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