I was sitting in the parking lot and having a moment of denial about this being Monday and having the idea the start of another work week thrust upon me. I was thinking about the irony of wondering how the other half lives, the other side of the coin, that grass on the other side, or whatever cliché' one happens to use as a result of wanting something better or something to change. I thought how easy it was getting up yesterday at 6:00 a.m. to sneak from the bedroom to allow Mrs. G some sleep-in time while I scurried downstairs to make her breakfast in bed.

How is it that I sit in the parking lot at 7:00 a.m. not wanting to make the first move to the office? As I sit at my desk and loathe the stack of work that haunts me, I am taken away to another place, another circumstance. Something that may be a little better.

I hear the rush of the ocean and feel the breeze on my face as I doze, awaiting the mimosa to arrive to start my day. The Hammock I am in is gently swaying, and the warmth of the sun hits my face greeting me and beckoning me to start the day. I have nothing to do but open my eyes and view the splendor of the day. Nothing planned except perhaps a mid-morning nap an afternoon nap, and in between a few chapters of that book I have had on my nightstand that remains unread.

My children are being cared for by a corps of people that are providing their every need and my worry for their welfare is nonexistent. There is no rush to have them to school to feed them breakfast to make sure they have the proper clothes on or to make sure they have gone to the bathroom in the last 10 minutes.

I can hold hands with Mrs. G as she also naps next to me, or while she reads or absorbs the sun's rays energizing her smile. She can only smile as the breeze blows her hair and the quiet envelopes her mind.

We have no idea what day it is, no idea of the hour, and the only decision that we have is whether to quench a thirst or to feed a hunger. Everything else in this world is trivial and will not need to be addressed. We begin to inhale the cleanliness and begin to exhale cleanliness as the body and soul are wiped clean of anything that causes strife. Yes, this is exactly the color grass I need, and the side of the coin I would love to experience. This is the cliché I yearn for on this Monday. Want to join me?