by Gordon Zany
Something I wrote ages ago, I think it was a nice day when I wrote it.
To appreciate the sun, and its warmth on your skin. To know the breeze that runs through your hair. To feel the grass on the soles of your feet, it's blades between your toes. To lay awake with the earth on your back, and the endless skies that span your horizons. To not care, to not think, to breathe and breathe again, and know the world as it exists. To sleep.