Facing east at ten o'clock -
the sun feels warm upon my face -
the book is good and readable -
I liked its leisure pace.

The breeze was just enough -
I raised the collar of my shirt -
a reminder it was January -
the wind still cold and curt.

The silence of mid-morning -
was a balm that soothed my mind -
endless, cloudless, azure skies -
of that rare and precious kind.

No traffic noise, no squawking birds -
only quiet, healing, rest -
the little things of pleasure -
are the things that I love best.

Just an  hour of winter's sun -
then, I leave where I have been -
and stretch the aging body -
now content - to go back in.