Good for the soul...

  I was up all last night but not because I wanted to be.  Circumstances demanded that sleep was not to be had so it only seemed natural to wander to the pier early in the morn.  That is where I find solace in things out of my control.  That is where I find the peace that settles deep within the soul.  That is where my cares leave with the darkness as the sun brightens the eastern sky.  That is my little piece of paradise. This morning, all of that inner peace was needing replenishing and the Bayou did not fail me.  The bit of sunrise therapy worked wonders on the emotions and allowed me to face the day undaunted.  

  It has often been said that there is one place and one time that belongs to each person.  Obviously, I am a very old soul that roams the inner parts of the Bayou.  It draws me as does any other swamp.  I belong there.  The mystical, magical air of the Bayou is all it takes.  Tonight, I shall rest easy knowing all is well and I have done my best.