Some days
there is really nothing to say
it is simply a time to be
to feel the crunch of freshly frozen ground underfoot
to smell
the warmth of the horses
in the cold morning air
to gaze at mountain grandeur
and enjoy the doe
asleep in the flowerbed
it is time to simply pay attention
to the cat
who will not be denied attention
and sip one's coffee
shut down one's mind
and be
Saturday
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