Four Days...

For four days I sat in the woods alongside Ripplebrook Creek or the Clackamas River.

For four days I talked with friends and played with my wife and daughter.

For four days I didn't grade papers.

For four days I read only what I wanted.

For four days I wrote poetry.

For four days I remembered something about myself.

For four days I recommitted myself to a new way of living.

For four days I hiked trails that led to isolated rocky beaches.

I'd like to repeat the last four days.