Aspen and conifer, daisies and yarrows, and I find myself thinking of tomorrows, not just the day after today but all those beyond and in that mental mode I wander on, find myself climbing a hill of Aspen trees with leaves in the breeze shaking, quaking, til in a spot of shade at the top of the hill I stop, sit down  and am still, and for awhile though I cannot say exactly how, in my mind  there is only now, I feel no restless urge to stir sitting in a forest of Aspen next to a conifer.