Sometimes I keep moving for the little things. A soft purr next to me as I lay on the bed and the cat sleeps; my nephew sitting on my lap as I read him a story (He always begs for another even if I just read him three in a row.); the humming birds buzzing about the feeder intent on knocking me in the head. I just want to sit on a rock on the mountaintop surveying the mountain ranges covered in trees all around me. I desire the quiet creek side and dragonflies zipping back and forth across the water; the wind blowing through the night trees as the moon rises full and bright in the east; or for a moonless light and countless stars flood the sky. 

Quiet, peace. I just want to feel at peace.

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