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 it was.

I had no plan..nor any particular destination. I had no place I needed to 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 feast on fresh spring listen the early birds smell the newly fertilized feel their way.

And - I thought - how lovely that would be.