little loves
like
lightening
bugs
cruising
causeways
lit by la luna
cricket’s chirp
from
corny rows
complements
country
crooners
windows
wound
into
wells
warmth
wafts
moonlight
meanders
a
step
outside
the
well
worn
path
“the truth of a life really has little to do with its quality. The quality of life is in proportion, always, to the capacity for delight. The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention.”
― Julia Cameron, The Artist's Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity
“The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention.” I like that!