Another magical moment.

I'm feeling a gentle breeze. On my face. My head. My hair. And warm sunshine, too. I'm sleepy. Sitting on a park bench. I'm closing my eyes. My hands folded. I'm leaning forward. Arms braced on top of my thighs. It's a significant moment. A moment of pleasure. Peace. Tranquility. I don't want to be doing anything else. Or be in any other place. Just absorbing this moment. And now I've captured the moment. In writing. So that I can linger over the moment. Time and again. Now I'm listening to chirping birds. My eyes closed. I'm about to enter another magical moment. --Jim Broede