Floating in a golden armchair in
the swimming pool I thought deeply about very little. Thoughts drifted
slowly in cloudy tufts across my consciousness.
I drifted and turned, gently displacing all
Tall trees form a forest wall, close to the
pool. All sorts of insects and birds busy themselves with instinctive
issues, sans concern.
The house belongs to my dear friends with whom
I feel cocooned from the harshness of life.
I read, dozed off, woke, wrote and
daydreamed in cycles of random order. It came to me that I was
in a state of total contentment.
I have danced to the rhythms of the music of
Shania Twain and Stevie Nix whenever the urge has come upon me.
I haven't had to wear makeup in days. Shorts
and T-shirts are my holiday attire. I have dozed off so many times that
the thought briefly crossed my mind that I may have sleeping sickness or
lack some vitamins and then I give myself over to the warm caress of
I really must need the rest.
All told it has been a fine 'holidette
' in Hendersonville, Tennessee.