Inbetween times missing
As I become older there are inbetween times when I need to relax. Times when I'm too tired to work but not ready to sleep. I recall the Dutch master interior paintings of families where the older members would just sit and relax, surrounded by kids, grand kids, and dogs. There seem to be few moments where I could just feel so comfortable. Seems as if I'm always on call, having to be ready and be on. T.V. is a stimulant, a tease, rarely nourishing a person. The inbetween times, when one can restore, is missing today, at least for me.