The silence of a Sunday morning
Wraps around me soft and oddly cool
Sitting outside in the hazy warm sunshine
My trusted coffee cup beside me
My peace lily in front of me.

The wind has died down for the moment,
Amplifying the stillness
And I feel a spark of happiness
Trying to re-light the fire that usually resides in my heart.

It’s returning.
Maybe not for the day
But for now.
And knowing that this moment is all that matters
It is enough.

By Deborah E. Dayen