The Gift of a Timeless Day

The day is open and stretches before me like the blank canvas of an artist.
How it will be painted is unknown -
for there is no plan,
there are no constraints.
No one is scheduled to be met; nothing is required to be done.
Nothing will subvert this transitory liberty;
no obligation will be imposed -
the weed does not need to be pulled, laundry does not require attention,
and neither do the plants on the porch or the dust on the shelf.
Everything can wait -
while I enjoy the gift of the freedom of today, and dance in its light.