Under the shady haze of over-indulgence
With hesitation and reluctance
I step into the arms of this mist eclipsed morn
Awoken to the bliss and the perfect kiss
Of an empty itinerary, pregnant with possibility
A stroll in an air so clean we can taste it
And a ground so inviting
To haste would lay waste and to rush and to fuss
Would be such a disservice and would poison the purpose
We discovered by chance when searching proved futile
A stile, a magnificent mile
A frond of a ray, a hidden way and a shimmering stream
Revealing a dream: the day of all days
A day for cessation of woe
A splendid occasion to sow
The seeds and the plans of renewed expectations
With silent celebration
A rare revelation
This unscheduled escape, this impromptu delay
These precious few hours on this beautiful day