IT'S ALL ME

I long to sit out in the open field on which my semi-glass,semi-brick house stands and have the greenery on my sprawling land tickle my elbows,and the cold water of the flowing stream caress my feet.

I long to watch the butterflies wander among the vibrant colors of my garden’s flowers, as a gentle breeze brings floral scents my way.

I long for my mind to drift to the soiree I will be hosting in this very field later in the evening and the preparations yet to be made.

I long to look towards my house, towards my balcony garden and rocking chairs and lean into the grass,close my eyes and slide into restful sleep.