is hard to focus my pen on the paper before me.
Little notebook, you
have no eyes so I will use words to describe the scene that I am witness to.
if you will the Spanish moss dripping down from the oak trees drenched
in lichen. The shade created covers our campsite, but allows the Florida
sunlight to shine through in pockets of warmth. The perfect temperature
is created and two oddly sized human beings have perched themselves at a
music waltzes through the tented canopy and across to the fire pit
where seasoned onions and green peppers are roasting over an open flame.
Imagine the contentment contained in such a vision; imagine such a holistic happiness.
as two humans, desperately in love and so very happy, watch as they
doodle and scribble in notebooks as the insects sing all around them.