November 30th, 2008

At the polo feild.

Lying on a soft green carpet,listening to bag pipes drift across the woods. Warm,content and spent. That special kind of tired that comes from working to be in the right place,getting there, and knowing it.

Totally at peace.

It is not that everything in my life,in me, is as I desire. Problems galore, challenges endless, issues neverending. But right now,at this moment I have a smile. A stolen moment of joy. An afternoon of sun. A stroll on the beach. The smell of trees and clovers.

And bag pipes.