At Peace
Cookies and milk at the table.
There's something about that
that creates a mood that feels
like sunlight streaming through
the kitchen window where I
used to sit years ago.
It is a sentiment that returns and
fills my mind with this picture
of a boy at a table in the
afternoon sunlight. Home from school,
idly dunking his cookies into his milk;
and not a care in the world.
12/11/04
I just wrote this out. I tried to create a picture of sublime contentment. The memory is such for me, but did I create it for you?