The better word is idyllic.

Staying in a groove. It’s so important. A natural flow. That’s what I call it. Yes, a groove. That’s why I write. Muse. Always finding a way. To feel alive. Better that. Than going through the motions. Most days. I feel like a river. Flowing. Meandering. Through a countryside. In my younger days. There was more turbulence. Rapids. Rapids. Waterfalls. I used to dance. To Beethoven’s 7th Symphony. Now I settle for an adagio. Smooth. Smooth. Life was meant to be tranquil. The better word is idyllic. --Jim Broede