All parts

I sit here yawning and nodding off to sleep in constant sessions. The migraine has yet to leave but it is tolerable now. Parts of my mundane life now.

So here is to the grandness of nature. From the strongest whistles on wind in the Spanish Moss to the softest of down comforters. Such grand times but now I am tired.

The eyelids fall and the day soaks away. It is a bit of splendor to just relax. Not to think of anything.

One more day that is mine to not think about all the things at home. To just wash away the tiny bits of worry. Just letting myself prepare for whatever is needed.

Such a blissful moment right now. No emptiness. No joy. Just contentment.

The mind rolls and rolls. Yet the tension and throbbing make the rolling end. They scream back and I just chuckle. Wanting so badly to say something yet I know I cannot.

My words are only here.

Ready to tackle another day. I hope you were okay. Yet I don't dare ask. I just pray.

Nature gets me now.  All parts.