The other day–I saw it, a shift in the light. A golden tint filtering through the leaves, a particular angle, the way the shadows were growing longer. A breeze. A smell in the air. A brown leaf that fell from the tree. A bird nest, long abandoned by its inhabitants, now adult birds. The neighborhood baby turkeys, all grown now to adolescence, standing by their waddled parents.
Italian prune plums in season. A butternut squash on the vine in the garden.
A hint of peace and happiness in my being.