An Hour with Nowhere to Be

I've lost track of what street I'm on-

I notice a bee on a daffodil,

I pause.

Yellow.

Now, I only see yellow.

A yield sign.
The lines on a bike path.

I'm on a trail now - a long, winding trail through the woods.

The sound of the river running,

A deep inhale,

I feel the ground beneath me.

I'm walking slowly, my head pointed toward the sun.

I feel the warmth touching every single cell,

Warm.

A deep inhale,

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

My feet along the pathway,

I smile to myself.

I'm happy.