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.