...Where I am...

I'm lazy. That's what's wrong with me. I'm so lazy that I'd rather sit back with my feet up and dream of all the things I could do than get out and do them.
I was pushed to travel and New Jersey it was. My boss was driving and I loved just sitting back getting snap happy with my camera stopping occasionally to look at the rolling Adirondacks and the sprawling countryside. Crossing little brooks and the large Hudson, I began to quieten down and just drink in the scenic sunset that had just begun putting out its golden wings as the sun sank lower and lower behind the trees.
There is something to be said about the shock and awe capabilities that Mother Nature has at her beck and call. She beckons and we respond with our inner animal, changing our human natures to respond in an animal sort of a way to quiet, intense silence that allows no thought of future, past or present to invade. Just the smell of flowers, the song of the bees and the hum of the tires on the road beneath.
Bruce Springsteen soul sang out on the car's audio system but it's magic too was worked over and chased out of my conscious hearing by the beauty of the world around me.
I reflected on absolutely nothing and heard almost nothing. Pausing the moment in the fast-forward world of business and pleasure -- this was bliss. I was just living the moment, travelling forward only physically and remaining abosultely still in a very zen manner.
That was when the bridge came to sight and I lost the zen. My stilled mind was filled with a furore that only in conjunction with the ubiquitous one could such a view of sheer magic be built. And then, the unthinkable happened.
I fell asleep.