I don’t know the time which is only important for for what I don’t know.
The back yard breeze across the deck gently pats my face and the shade moves about with no more exertion than meandering dogs with inevitability seemingly low in priority.
It will not be like this all day- a value added fact. It is for the present just what it is and I accept the gift.
Between last night and this morning a poem was born of observation. It seems my mind was open to the possibility last night and still graciously accepting enlightening thoughts this morning. The summer breeze clears the mind to make room for the possible.