i kick the leaves covering the sidewalk that’s becoming familiar. the air is crisp. the sun is peaking out, but the rain is starting to fall. the gray consuming. i drink lattes and fall into day dreams containing poetic thoughts about what life will bring. mornings fuel poetry & gratitude for me.
my dog licks my face. while walking she is interrupted by a squirrel. her focus constant. when he scampers away she trots happily down the path again, unaffected by the fact she didn’t get to say hello yet again. she looks back every now & then to make sure i’m keeping up, & i sometimes hide behind trees until she chases me down with her tongue kisses while jumping on me to say she has triumphed over my challenge.
coffee & wind in the afternoon. squishy pillows, covers, paintbrushes, time to sort through the personal thoughts i’ve put off all week when work is consuming & leaves me no energy to process other parts of life. i look up at the clouds & remember how bright the stars were last night. a few more than the familiar few & i wished wishes willingly while whimsically wondering what would come.
tomorrow is another day. every day is a day that can change something. every day is a day that can change everything. every day is a day we can make our own.