A time away. Moments like flakes of snow. Each a thing of it’s own. You take a moment. I take a minute. Each just a speck in time. But, a time away.
Oh how I gazeUpon the dew stained leavesI wander through the mudJoyfulSimply to beMy heart is fullHappy I beOh how I gazeUpon the EarthMajestic she be
The trail beckons. Birdsong resounds.I can’t help it.I’m called to the land.I wouldn’t be me,without the nature.The Earth, oh how good she is.Calls my soul.Tugs my heart like a lover,long lost. The spring is here. The land is mine to traverse.The trail beckons.
Fleeting.Momentarily stunned.Complicated in thought.Simple in purpose.Never stop.Never give up.Continue on.Bash that head.There are no walls.Only feelings.Only purpose. However fleeting.
What would I do without the bits of daily habits? The coffee-stained mugs and random utencils waiting for their bath in the sink. My sketchpad stares at me. LeRoi Moore and Dave providing the soundtrack. Dull pencils around the random eraser. Creativity is supposed to be endless. But even angels need to rest. I cannot…