The Temperature of Morning
Light through the window lies long across the desk. The season makes no sound as it turns, but I can feel the grain of the air has changed. Today, it seems there's nothing I need to hurry. Slowly, only as fast as the coffee cools, I can accept the start of the day. Yes, this is fine as it is.
Clear
The laundry outside the window swayed once in the wind and stopped. I thought it would be fine if that brief movement were the whole of today.