On quiet lanes, with buzzing bees and heated breeze. We stopped for moments of forgotten woe. Our hearts felt light, so far from night that the day appeared eternal. Her hand draped fragile across my left wrist, the world had no gravity and our dreams as helium escaped to the Heavens. The cold edge of ice cube resting on my tongue I forgot how refreshing this life could become. In the subsidized awakening I rode the waves of rest being given to us freely.

Where were the frozen permafrost nightmares of childhood and lost passions? As contentment threatened all our misery with the mint at the back of our frosty minds. Stolen, these moments when I simply traced her elbow with the nail edge of my index to watch the goosebumps flair. A bird interrupted the emptied mindset with peels of tenor and alto begging. Aghast at my dismissal and wanting the attention that she so willingly received. These are not the disheveled whimsies of a man who sits in parlor or finds wealth in winning arguments. These are the peaceful musings of cares lost and problems solved.

Does there have to be double down of concern and worry to accompany the absence in unfinished work? Must tonnage sponsor displeasure or remove from us any manner of rest divorced from relaxation? What journey’s anguish requires furrowed brow and lost inertia? If the bellows blow must we be set to flame as each hot air breathes upon our sun dried fueling? Or may we lay dormant with eyes scanning the predictable and the unexpected miracles of God’s making? Must every dream end in gasp or rude startle? In this place I found that elusive thing.