Alone with your thoughts and a gentle breeze that keeps bringing you back to the moment. The lake is whispering in staccato cadences -- white sounds that enclose you from the traffic far away. The sun has to use glitters on the waves to get your attention because the canopy of green above you won't let him intrude on your moment.
The thoughts flow and flow. Slowly you are becoming at peace with your cares.
As in a dream, you don't want to be aroused. "Let me just juggle my thoughts some more." The day will slowly melt. Time isn't what's important. Another day will come to take its place. But this time, this moment with your new peace, it can't be replaced or regained.
--steve buser
1 comment:
Beautiful. Lovely commentary. Interestingly I'd not have thought of cropping that photo - to put on your New Orleans blog - but both work equally well.
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