Beautiful day today, lovely sky, clouds
seems like there's not as much to write about when there are no complaints
Passive, that best fits
One can hear the breeze, and birds calling and the traffic go by
and cannot tolerate the sound of the television
it's garish sound pulsating, slamming against consciousness
Be content, what an odd sensation
yet feeling filled with an anxiousness
Longing.  That's what filled the days, all the days and still today
But peace and quiet and no need to address the ills of life
I asked myself yesterday what I was happy about and remember
those consciousness expanding exercises of the past where you needed a list of 10
and couldn't think of more than one, even two
My list grew, and grew and I found I had to restrain myself from continuing as I grew tired
What a complaint to have, that there were so many things I could be happy about
that I had to stop writing
It started with a roast beef sandwich, and ended with sunlight behind green tree leaves
but I continue
with the fall of light as Autumn approaches
the long low light, gentle, less harsh than light of glaring summer
And the cool breezes it brings
Calms people down, they slow at this time
there isn't as much rush, as if summer wore them out
This is a good time, a peaceful time
time to grow less angry and start to prepare the nest for the months to come
and get that last celebration in before life becomes more serious again
I am happy today, it is a good day





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