Sleepy Time

My nap is over, I can hear the river again. Where I was, I don't know, but I'm back to the hammock, alongside the North Platte River. I look up between the branches of the trees and see a jet, marking its path, temporarily across the sky. Where are they going? Shouldn't I be up there on my way to the next project? No, not today. Today I'm here, in the moment, with no plan. Fish, hike, bike, read, or sleep.

Hmmm...sleepy time.