sometimes
it doesn't take much
being alone
nothing pending
sitting
with a
book in hand
playing
old tunes
tickling the ears
soft breeze
caressing the face
feet up
relaxing
sun streaked skies
natures palette
sounds
of water
gently cascading
downward
four paws
come
closer
head scratch
looking
for tidbits
game of catch
sipping
the drink
of the moment
eyes
grow heavy
close for a
moment
smile
