Exhausted

I collapsed on the deck chair, exhausted. Mentally, physically and spiritually exhausted.

I imagine flinging myself face down into lush, green pastures by still waters, utterly contented - wanting nothing, needing nothing.

I imagine myself sinking slightly into the soft ground, breathing in the natural aroma of grass, feeling the sun gently warming the back of my neck and drifting gently, to sleep.

I'm tired, friends. This is the result of chasing after the wind. Emptiness. But for just a little longer, I'll continue the chase.