A grey day, soft around the edges. Calm. The air flirts with the trees, their leaves shimmering and rustling and shaking. I open the windows and the breeze comes fluttering inside, bringing liveliness to sleepy, stuffy rooms.
Insects drone and the distant sound of a train horn blows and lawn mowers hum.
The sun is hazy behind the clouds, a diffuse brightness painting everything in subtle, silvery strokes.
I sink down onto cushions with an old, familiar book and settle into the comfort of a few stolen moments.
Breathe. Breathe in deep and slow and fill my lungs with sky.