Booth's Day

Today should be a lovely day of spring fueled delights. Before I make my way with friends arm in arm, I shall sit here and anticipate those moments.  

Booths little desert city abode has a magical charm all it's own. The white mettle mesh pulls aside to the sound of endless msnbc as a massive flood of spiced scents strikes my slowing form. I sit and wait in the cheery house with its clock ticking away and the light gurgling of water emanating from the fish tank. It's going to be a good day. 

The wish was granted, with charming effect, as I glided through that emerald green place. The tall soft blades of grass stretch towards the spring day's sun. The crystal shimmering creek laid a backdrop of ambiance as i twisted along. Walking the trail with wispy dreams rising with every step... I came to that moment; silent, radiant, magical. To one edge of the sandy path the great mountain shot up, a carpet of green gracing it's surface. In the clouded light I could see the hundreds of tinny white flowers clinging each to it's own vine. Standing there with deep appreciation for this natural beauty, the sun slowly made itself known. Those warm rays splashed and flowed down that hillside as each and every precious little flower exploded in a glittering diamond-like display. Truly a symphony of dancing light; for those fractured seconds, slowing upon time's line, had their own melodic flavor. My appreciation turned to rapture as I let the entirety of it, the coolness, the breeze, the distant bubbling, that shining green, those gifts of dew drops, as I let them all enter me forever.
A good day for all... And a good night for me...... Until the next adventure.