Week 6 – Roast #1

Summer Cool

The mid-summer day was predictable so far…

The fresh breeze lazied in from the West,

The trees provided shelter from the heat,

While the flowers roasted in the toasty sun.

I laid in the middle of the knee-high grass,

Staring straight up at the puffy, fluffy white clouds.

The painfully blue sky provided an azurian background for the atmospheric cotton balls.

There was a moment or two – or three – when I felt that I was moving with the clouds.

I quieted my thoughts, and relished the serenity.

Off in the distance, I could hear kids playing outside.

I focused on my non-focus,

Considering no considerations at all.

I chose to be right here, right now, and it felt, well, right.