I am blessed with the memory of a lunchtime walk on a glorious day. When I returned to the office I could not get the memory of the walk out of my head. I was summoned to a nonsensical telephone conference call about nothing. And nothing lasted over an hour. Soon after the meeting started the doodling began and then these words jumped out of my head and onto the paper. By many, if not most accounts, and certainly mine, nothing was accomplished by the telephone conference call but, because of it, this poem emerged, to be shared. I am thankful for that. I hope you are too.
Warm fuzzies – feeling of happiness, contentment, or sentimentality (Merriam-Webster)