Ah, a morning with nothing pressing, nothing demanding to be done, nothing that cannot be just as well put off until tomorrow. What a joy! Just nothing! All the time in the world. I may even live forever! I think Virginia Woolf referred to this as a "pearl of a day". . . Yes, one which is open to everything and pushed and pulled into any shape by a previous obligation.

I do not mind walls

no ladder needs the bird

but skies

to know from a summer day

how to stand on top of things