Dolce Far Niente

Slowly, Mickey Mouse wafted by as I gazed at the cerulean sky. The warmth of a cool Chardonnay I’d sipped at the end of the day; had me drift in and out of a sleep. As Mickey transformed to a sheep all my thoughts coast into a haze. While the hammock so gently sways my conscious is thoroughly freed, from the book I intended to read. The sheep, soon pierced by a jet; floats like a fluffy barrette past the tops of the trees blown by the soft summer breeze as the last of the cobwebs dissolve. I’ll make it my earnest resolve, I say to myself, or out loud, as I watch another white cloud, troubles can take a backseat; doing nothing at all is so sweet.