This Moment

If all I have is this moment, then what?

I slide into the perfection of support from the genuis of an Adirondack chair.

I gaze out from the deck into the enchanting forest inhabiting the island.

I see the sun rising in a quiet peek-a-boo through the trees.

I listen to the sounds as the winds dance in whispers around limbs and leaves. 

I smile as the sun's shine paints in hues of warmth and glistening effects. 

I admire the fluttering leaves above dripping like diamonds against new morning skies.

I thank God for allowing me, in this moment, to be in "it."

Little notes from the A-frame on Islesboro Island, Maine.