sitting on the porch bench, swinging in the breeze

Sometimes I like to lay awake and listen to the breeze as it dances in the air.

Sometimes I'd rather sleep.

Sometimes I like to dig my feet in the cool sand and breathe in rhythm to the crashing waves.

Sometimes I'd rather tan.

Sometimes I like to gaze at the stars and be in awe of the world's magnificence.

Sometimes I'm too busy to look.

Sometimes I like to look up to the sky and spot animals and people and things.

Sometimes I just see clouds.

~otw