Days Outside Time

Days outside time,
Rambling on like the endless fields and little hills.
Long days stretch indefinitely,
Carefree, like summer days of childhood—
The peaceful beauty of the unremarkable
Slowing my heart to sing the simple melody
Of woods and fields and little rivers,
Of long walks and long naps,
Warm light spilling out into the crisp autumn air,
The smell of supper cooking on the wood stove,
A game of cards around the table,
Laughter and friendly banter,
A second helping of dessert.

Time beckons again with its hurry and noise—
The weight of cares seems both heavier and lighter.
I linger, even as my mind propels me forward;
Carrying them in my heart,
These days outside time.