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.
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.