It was that time on a Sunday morning that falls somewhere between waking and breakfast. The sky was colored by the weight of winter. The snow was deeper and whiter than ever before. The air smelled crisp and cold.

I walked the pastures where the summer cows roam. Today - found me on this side of the fence. Today - I walked on top of this world.

I imagined myself curious. I imagined myself brave. I imagined the sound of my voice filling the empty. I imagined myself invincible and strong. I imagined a grand master plan. I imagined a full life without one. I imagined not needing to know. I imagined trusting my heart and allowing all else to follow. I imagined knowing.

I wondered what it is that keeps the cows from stepping out and over and into the other side. It all looks so simple. What stops them...if stepping out and over is what they please?

And - I wondered about me....and why? What keeps me from that side of freedom? What holds me here?

I continued walking. I remembered the cows grazing. So peaceful... quiet...happy...content with the simple life they were given.

I imagined possibility. I imagined taking first steps. I imagined beginning. I imagined accomplishing and completing. I imagined seeing all of my plans and dreams and crazy schemes - thru to the end.

I walked...and walked...and walked some more. I walked until I returned.

And then - I thought of how many things I imagined before breakfast…before the day began...in the early morn.