As I rest on my porch, the same birds are singing in the fruit trees, and it is the sun draping its rays across the deck. Cat sleeps on the other chair, sitting up as a squirrel chatters, then stretching first, before he curls back up and returns to sleep.
Then a nearby buzz saw intrudes on the silent beauty of that moment and the day begins.
I finish my coffee quickly before leaving the porch for another gentle moment, at another time.
As I move into the day, I hold the promise in my heart of a soon to be born infant grand daughter.
There in my heart, she and my inner baby girl will play.