Everything is

Everything
just as it is,
as it is,
as is.
Flowers in bloom.
Nothing to add.
Robert Aitken

I look out of the window, and the air is full of mist. Very quiet. No wind. Everything is. The only sound I hear is the rhythmic grinding of the dishwasher. I'm looking for the energy, to get myself out. Would love to just sit here. Just to be. Mind over matter. It is just a decision away. Get up, put clothes on and walk out. Right. Now I'll go.

As I had those wonderful guests Pirkko and Lassi Nummi here on tuesday I had bought flowers. These are the last ones alive since that.