I Sit

I sit on a quilt and look upon the many varied faces, walking with their flourishing lives down the opportunity filled streets of the promised land.

I hear the constant buzz of progress and the blissful laughter of children greeting their busy fathers and mothers before dinner.

I see old, wrinkled couples strolling the leafy gardens reminiscing on past memories and listening to twice told tales.

I see the autumnal life leaking from the tall oak tree as he swipes the windy, rainy days for warmer ones, I see a tight-knit group of friends tripping off into the sunset full of inside jokes and love.

I mark the peacefulness and companionship, I see the respectful red, white and blue flag exploding security and pride over the scene like a firework.

I see innocent, young pigtails rolling around in the long, fresh smelling grass, I see the glowing white cross just peaking through a slight gap in the tress and the sound of chapel bells floats in the air.

I observe the soft patches of snow sleeping on the distant mountain tops becoming slowly engulfed by greenery, I observe the shadow of the birds flying high overhead, heading home after their exotic adventures.
I observe man’s best friend obediently returning a slobbery Frisbee only to be delighted yet again by the continuing chase.

All of these—spectacles creating a harmonious perfect performance that I sit looking out upon,

See, hear, and am silent.

I crave quiet moments of observation to center my world. Calming my anxiousness; relaxing my mind; focusing on the mundane.

To reflect and be grateful.

To just breathe and be.

I can’t live without my solitude.