Lazy Day

We are on our porch in the morning in the canvas chairs, drawing in the sunlight, dreaming. Hazily lazing over the wooden floorboards bleached and weathered by the sun over time. And he and I are having coffee, talking, gawking at nature and the people walking up and down the street. Our legs stretched out before us, the garden on our porch: a forest. Time.....drags.....by like a steamboat on a river... Birds on the rail flick their beaks and tails, Morning Glories galore climb the wood near our door. It's Summer, we love it. It's what we wait all year for.