Here I sit on the picnic table, that I made with my own two hands, with a hot cup of joe.  It's o dark thirty, the night is merging with the day, that short time where the world seems to stand still.  A brief moment where silence is King and all your thoughts are clear and you at peace with the world.   Fog begins to roll over Willies Pond, the day is slowly taking control from the night.  My thoughts begin to drift away from the calmness and peace, back to the real world I must face.  I look towards the heavens and wish, I could snap my fingers and the world would stop and the peace and calmness, I feel at this moment would last for ever.   
           But, before the thought clears my brain , the sounds of the awakening world invades my thoughts.  I finish the joe and know, that I must face the world of conservatives, liberals, polictians that are out for themselves, kool aide drinkers, the race baiters. the do as I say not as I do crowd and what ever group that springs up.   

           I walk back towards the house, I turn and close my eyes and snap my fingers.