During the Creative Process
When nights are balmy I sleep on my back porch
Cats silhouetted in the moon light
Stars peeking between the trees—all rock me like a baby.
Somehow, whatever has been troubling me seems to slip away and peace comes riding in on those early shafts of morning sun.
Birds are never more talkative and the squirrels make the tree limbs bounce with their early morning romps.
With the sun directing, all of nature sings– every little thing gonna be alright!
A little Bob M. for you today 😉