The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; when the full river of feeling overflows. A holidays helps to relieve stress and boredom 🥰, gives me a change of scenery, provides me with adventure, and helps to bring me closer to the people in my lives. I sigh for some supreme delight to crown my lives with splendor and quite ignore my daily store of pleasures sweet and tender. But blessings are like friends and Blinks who love me. Full many a blessing wears the guise of worry or of trouble; has found a lot of joy and happiness. The birds are talking of another clime. The forest trees are dyed in gorgeous hues and weary ones have sought an earthy tomb. My soul is tost upon a troubled sea, I find no pleasure in the olden joys. In that great journey of the stars through space about the mighty, all-directing Sun. The faithful Moon, has been the one companion of the Earth. Her tender face, pale with the swift, keen purpose of that race. Enjoying incomparable beauty of the beach.