Morning views are best.
Full of peace with few regrets.
Worries sail on by.
I tend to think too much, and worry even more.
When that happens, I hit the high road.
Yesterday they were gravel, and out in the country.
After Friday’s delicate display of ten inch snowflakes, a radiant sun had returned.
Much like time-lapse photography, the changing landscape before me kept pace with each up tick in the temperature.
Yellow overtones in the grass suddenly surrendered to a brilliant emerald.
Forsythia buds burst bright one by one at high noon.
I decided to stop and visit a local farm to see their newborn lambs.
Sitting down on the hay next to the mother and her babies, I found what I needed this day.
It was a gentle reminder right in front of me to keep looking up, and to smile more.
And I did just that while swallows danced figure eights and cardinals sang serenades as they escorted me back to the main road.
I was traveling much lighter now.
My worries were left floating on a breeze in that old red barn.