For Easter morn, I'll wake up and have a cup of tea.
I'll write my thoughts in my journal and give them a place to be seen. They like it when I do that; it helps them rest.
I'll pick up pen and put it to paper to send a distant letter to a close friend. I like friends.
I'll take a walk and confide. And most likely there will be a smile on my face and a twinkle in my eye.
And I'll spend time in a light-filled room thinking of all the things I am grateful for and how much this day and time has expanded from the one-dimensional way I used to look at it.
And I'll be happy. The end.