2.2.22

An angel number day.

So powerful was it as its presence swelled with the aura of manifold believers.

All focusing on prosperity.

Attentively fixated on the magic in the air.

Infinite possibilities.

Mundane moments seen through dazzling perspectives.

Older generations without the attachment to trends also keen on the promises of hope.

Today was a good day.

The type of existence that makes existing feel purposeful.

Like God has a plan.

A date on the calendar with enough strength to balance the masses.

To serenade our souls betwixt the spells of friendship and perseverance.

An ambiance of making it.

Appointments for the future.

An urging desire to unite palms and to skip into the sunrise.

A feast of calm and tenderness.

Today felt good.

A memory warranted of tattooed skin.

A day to make love last forever.

Perfect timing for creating tradition.

And as we say goodnight to this light in our familiar vortex.

We do so with appreciation for its charity.

Thankful for its vow that reminded us how to be kind.

To others, and most importantly, to ourselves.

We leave with commitments to our higher truths.

And with precision toward who we will be.

Today was ours.

Protected were we.

And even if today saw angels gain their wings.

They did so with the grace of true royalty.

Elevating on the scared backs of ancestors returned for the celebration.

2/2/22 is and will always be.

May you feel peaceful knowing you too are.