I Love These Things

Sunday morning...especially a rainy one - when the smoke stacks are sleeping. Institutions sit quietly musing - the only chance they have. The dark, warm sleep stirs. Sunday morning...I rise feeling like God. I love these things. Time is mine...on the table lies the morning paper. I eat every word...and take the leisure to digest them. Silence pours over me like a hot shower on a cold night. I love these things. Marshmallows floating on hot chocolate, Crisp leaves floating in slow motion to cover a quiet earth. White curtains embracing a bay window. I love these things.