When you wake-up on any old tuesday and the weather says sunshine and eighty . . .
and it occurs to you that this day is Gift and worthy of it's due celebration . . .
then there is only one thing to do.
Pack your princess lunchbag with peanut butter and carrots.
And set-off not knowing where the road may lead . . .
only that you must . . .
absolutely must . ..
find some tall trees
And when you've found your quiet spot,
get to know the neighbors.
Sit in the grass.
Notice the way the breeze blows
the trees sway
the dappled sunlight
everything doing just what it was meant to do.
Observe the hushed others over there
greeting each other
checking their watches.
Imagine they are