Riding on the early morning cool air
A soft light filters through the branches making its way into my room.
Walking in an unexpected late August drizzle brings joy and relief.
Sounds of dry leaves rustling along the walkways and streets.
Squirrels chasing each other up tree trunks and along branches,
While others dash around as if in a frenzy.
Moments of presence to dispel fearful, anxious thoughts of what might be.