lying in bed, rising, and looking out a window at the night

i've been reading most of the evening, some out in the living room and then lying in bed. i've been going to bed pretty dang early--it is very nice. i got up and started making a pot of oats with some cut up apples in it. i feel really good. i feel myself, in a rhythm of some internal importance.

this afternoon i went to a special place that i like to go. it's along this drainage ditch where cottonwoods grow up and over moving water. i haven't been there in awhile. in fact, i haven't been getting outside much since i got back from the steamboat area. the effect being in this space had on me was incredible. my mood changed, my thoughts changed. there was some connection reached; something that has been there and was again reached for and found.