In A. A. Milne's poems "Now We are Six" there is a poem that starts, "Half way up the stairs is a stair where I sit . . .". It is a poem about Christopher Robin having a place to go all to himself just to be. Well, half way down the drive there is a rock where I sit. I haven't written a poem about it and it is a rock I go to once spring comes and the sun is warm in the early afternoon. Oso and I go halfway down the drive and I sit on the warm rock. Oso sits on the warm much smaller stones on the drive. I just sit and let the sun bake into my body and I just am.

I don't do sun much any more. Mostly I use a lot of sun block and stay in the shade. However, in early spring, there is this rock, half way down the drive . . .