Stillness in the morning air.  Quiet house.  Fat cat on the couch anchoring the calm.  No storm on any horizon.  A little breeze reminding the trees to switch colors for another season coming on the wind.

All time advancing to this now.  Going nowhere and all day to be this rooted in here.

Tiny tasks tickle me, keep me bending through the day as the blushing leaves wave at me through the window.

Cherishing like a crystal this timeless moment.  Gaia sits in Her open pose basking in Her creations that surround me and include me in this brilliant garden of life.