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 Continue Reading...