a quiet moment just doing nothing,
just sitting and looking at the sea,
or watching the wind blowing
the tree limbs, or waves rippling
on a pond, a flickering candle
or children playing in the park?...
Mornings. My favorite time of the day. Peaceful.
Quiet. The sound of the palm trees swaying,
a boat passing by, my cafe and Sniff. How
does it get any better than that?
I really don't care where I am, as long
as my mornings are quiet and calming
I am loving it. I loved my mornings
in Branson also. I miss them,
but I also love it here.
has the "flu" Still can't seem to
restrain himself from doing too
much running around.
Since coming back to Florida he
has been looking like crazy for
concerts for us to go to.
He did find one (I told him I would not go), fortunately for
me it was all sold out! Has not stopped him from looking.
Time to start my day. Arvid will soon be awake and
from that time on we will be busy busy busy. Coffee and
quiet time is over. Morning is starting to buzz again.
There comes a time for everybody when words
and reasons can become such a great weariness.