To gaze upon a sunflower,
is to look at a smile full of joy.
To behold a field of sunflowers,
is like the laughter of happy children
painted by Mother Nature.
That seductive lull of not doing.
She tricked me with her innocence and helplessness. Eyes closed, face relaxed and peaceful as her calm, rhythmic breath took the tension out of my body, and I smiled, seeing her there, sleeping.
Clutched in her hand was my notebook, full of ideas, thoughts, and other things meant to distract me. The room was warm, and the light was soft and peaceful. It was quiet.