Heaven in a Lawnmower

I lay on my couch

resting my eyes from the staring contest I just lost with my mac book pro (Natasha)

Is that the sound of a lawnmower? On a Friday afternoon in the city?

Probably not... oh it's the road work crews

But Immediately I close my eyes and smile

Reminisce....

Saturday morning

laying in my adolescent bed, facing the window

The day greets me

Sounds of countless dogs barking (which became so familiar that is was as common as the sound of the wind)

The birds are having conversations

My father doing something in the yard (judging by the pace of his movements, he has been at it for a while)

The washing machine going, as my mother hanging clothes on the line

music echoing thru the neighborhood from other houses

and.....

the symphony of lawnmowers.

I keep my eyes closed for a bit to take everything in

Finally opening my eyes to peek thru the aluminum shutters being blinded by what is seemingly the brightest day of anywhere on earth.

The constant warm tradewinds blow thru the curtains and passes over me.

I breathe the deepest breathe that I will take the entire day.

There is one thing on my mind as I stare at the ceiling with an internal smile

No agenda

No schedule

No pressing issue

No stress

Just this Saturday morning

the sounds of island life and the lawnmowers going at full speed

Now, I long for that Saturday morning feeling

Peace, gratefulness and calm optimism for the day ahead.

Heaven must be lifetime of Saturday Mornings set to a symphony of lawnmowers