Stillness

all good things…

I remember the sun shining on the pond on Sunday mornings, headphones in my ears blocking out the world. The trees so still; a breeze hadn't yet passed through, and for a moment I turned the music down to hear the stillness—a picture I've taken and tried to paint 1000 times over. Standing there soaking in the air. Closing my eyes and letting the earth wash over me. If there's not peace on earth, I can say this park is peaceful. Had I guessed tomorrow…

I would have stood by the water for a few more minutes. I would have passed that way one more time.