Of things meaningful.

All I need in life is my own little world. My inner sanctum. Living in certain bounds. Often, in solitude. Such as at this very moment. When I sit down. At my computer. And write. I am alone. All is quiet. And dark outside. No. No. Not true. I see dawn breaking. And soon my immediate world will be awake. With the rising of the sun. Another wonderful day. To feel the pulse beat of things meaningful. –Jim Broede