sunday, september 9th, 2001, 1:20 pm eastern time

Bright sun, blue sky, occasional light breeze, clean clear air. Water playing its eternal music on the stones in the brook. Sunlight dancing with the leaves on the water's surface. Minnows playing tag in the current. Cool stone, smooth rock under bare feet. Pines releasing their subtle scent upon the breeze, almost impossible to tell…

a poem that was conceived and written far past the time when I should have been in bed sleeping

little bluebird sing your sad, lonely song in someone else’s ear little bluebird spread your melancholy message where someone wants to hear little bluebird don’t perch on my heart anymore fly far away, fly somewhere new little bluebird I’m happy today, smiling in the sunshine don’t you get in the way of my cheer little…