stopping by a field 

To paraphrase Robert Frost, stopping by a field on a sun-filled morning…

Seated at a table overlooking a field colored by morning light of the season of fall, I ordered a second cappuccino. I’m in the mood to stop and gaze at my view. 


I’ve had extraordinary views this past week, mostly through the windshield as we traversed north Iceland and the Westfjords. 

This place, however, has pastoral written all over it. 

I find bustling around in my life serves me well. I suspect stopping occasionally to sit with the view both outside and inside myself is well worth the time. 

I have roads ahead this day, but for awhile I have stopped. 

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