Wind blowing the trees into a gentle dance.
I am the only witness.
Alone pondering this warmth caressing my face.
Chimes remain still…then sway.
Patio pillows are cozy and supportive.
Blue sky is dimming. No stars yet.
My stars. They belong to me. Not really, but I feel them.
Lattice work on the pillows, the fence, and around my heart. Enough space for the wind to move through. For love to come through. My thoughts float away…carried off with the breeze.