A Short Story
To walk in solitude past the sleeping geese gave Delilah rest. A long day’s work staring at a computer screen had taxed her mind, not to mention her eyes. Column after column of numbers blurred by days end. She was jealous of the sleeping geese, ignorant of anyone passing them. It was silly, but she felt like tiptoeing past them. Instead she found her special bench and sat. Feeling like she should keep walking but enjoying the fall colours, Delia breathed a sigh of relief. It was Friday ~ no more computers til Monday. Face to the sun, eyes closed she gloried in the late afternoon.
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees
on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water,
or watching the clouds float across the sky,
is by no means a waste of time.”
~ John Lubbock, The Use of Life
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