Written by It’s a beautiful day! The air is crisp and clean. Seeking a shaded tree on which I wish to lean. Wishing I was in the woods north, not near. Right beside a babbling brook all I can hear. Pad in hand, writing, just to let it all go. My mind lucid as the sky, just let it flow. Rest, reflect, gather thought, choose words. Nary a diversion, just the singing of birds. Day’s not enough, I’d sit a week to meditate. A Bible, and books I’d bring, to fill my plate. Enjoy the beauty in God’s creation, a given. Slowed down, soaking up hours, real livin. It’s where my mind goes looking from here. Real enough, plans from which I almost veer. I grab another deep breath and get back to, Reality awaiting me, and things I must do.