A day which began fruitfully drifted into a day with more rest than productivity. A sabbath day of sort, not the modern kind filled with activity and responsibility, the ancient kind, where I didn’t do much, didn’t go far, and let my mind drift away.
Half moon high above soothes the soul. The quiet of the night, especially quiet for a Friday, eases the body. The smells of the forest waft by, and I feel the peace of where I am.
As long as I don’t consider too far ahead. But that is indeed the lesson to learn.