Sweet.:P A U S ECalmness in the tone of dampened leaves; I walk as the misty air greets my lips. I make sure not to trip, as I slowly climb down the small hill near myno, our resting place. I listen as the coos of morning arrives, from the frogs croaks to the rivers shine. I just stand and watch, and let time wrap around me. For once, choosing to laugh with rather than about me-- it's amazing how nothing can stand still, even in the quiescent of places. I can hear my heart in synch with the oxygen I breathe, and instead of in a hurry I sniff in and throw out. I can't imagine anything else but this tranquility, busy streets were never to become of