I sit in the hot sun
with a hot mug of coffee
and feel the sweat beading up,
the wind cooling, cleansing.
See bare feet,
wiggle red toenails
and press the book open
against the cool, light quilt; cotton and blue.
All the cleaning,
the tedious tasks of adulthood,
the drudgery
has to wait, has to breathe
as I sit and melt in the sun,
luxuriating in the stillness,
my breath slows, my heart rests
and my mind retreats to distant lands
and older times, an oasis for my soul.
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