Nothing in Particular

It was without a particular plan or direction that I began this morning.

Meandering along. Thinking. Dreaming. Imagining. Taking it all in - the world....as it was.

I had no plan..nor any particular destination. I had no place I needed to be..at any particular time. There was nothing and no one  - in particular - that I needed to see.

And - I wondered. Isn't that just what it is for these cows?

To have nothing to do..other than this...on any day. To watch the sun rise over the mountains..to feast on fresh spring grass..to listen the early birds singing..to smell the newly fertilized earth...to feel their way.

And - I thought - how lovely that would be.