A morning pleasure of granola, yogurt, blueberries, banana. T.S. Elliot poetry, Costa Rica java thorough the 'press', thoughts of tomorrows shot at the barn.
Much to accomplish today, needing letters to the kids, Pat, packages for Pat and Joe Small, and of course, the Izzabelle, in need of bonding and the hand of love.
Now, the quickened time has vanished and I must for sake Elliot, the quietness of the birds and the roar of the departing jets.
The stillness of my quiet will hold until tomorrow, I am grateful to be breathing today.