Dear Pneuma,

What a gorgeous and glorious morning! The grass in the back has been let grow too long, but this morning, it is netted with dew. The sun makes it glint and glamour like fairy dust, and I wonder how many people, wending their way to work this morning, had the time to notice. I wonder if they felt the sun warm on the hair of their arms. I wonder if they smelled the after-rain sweat of green things on the air.

Today is a day to take things slow, or, like the Travis Tritt song, to "take it easy, take it easy." There is no need to rush anywhere, or hurry to get something done. Today is a day to savor, like peach mead, not so much on the tongue, but in the nose, and on the Beloved's lip.

I hope you find it so as well, Pneuma. I hope today is an easy day, full of fairy dews and daydreams.

Love Always,
Cobalt Dreams