Not asking much

Ah, but to just slip outside in a few minutes after Ann leaves for work and the house is quiet-- to watch the sun, slower to rise each day, begin to wake the birds on the morning of their trip south, hear the first drip drip of last night's dew from what leaves remain on the maples by the branch, feel the invigorating autumness of the dawn air... surely that would help me do an even better job when I settle down for real and get to work. Just maybe thirty minutes sitting out back in a lawnchair with a cup of coffee, that's all.

from the ever wonderful Fragments ~ from Floyd