One Quiet Moment
The breeze is blowing gently across my bare shoulders, and I am too tired from working out to do much thinking.
The cats are laying down on the couch. The neighborhood is quiet except for the twitter of the birds.
There is banana-almond bread baking in the oven.
The lilacs and Roses of Sharon sitting on the fireplace mantle smell make me close my eyes and, for just a brief moment, believe everything might be okay.
The cats are laying down on the couch. The neighborhood is quiet except for the twitter of the birds.
There is banana-almond bread baking in the oven.
The lilacs and Roses of Sharon sitting on the fireplace mantle smell make me close my eyes and, for just a brief moment, believe everything might be okay.