When words fail...in a good way...

I usually write things down because it helps me organize my thoughts; to pacify my anxieties; or simply to help me understand my own vacillations and quandaries. But, for the past few days, I have tried to write but my pen would not move... I stare at a blank page and nothing... No words. No ink. No pressing thoughts. Finally, I smile. I see why words seem to escape me. I am still. I am at peace. I am happy. Just looking at the horizon...