I curl up on the down-filled sofa under the big bay window. Watch the light flickering down through the limbs of the old oak:
There is nothing I must puzzle out here: no meaning to decode. No sign or symbol to deconstruct.
There’s just me, with the sun warm on my skin.
And the sun does not ask to be understood, or even accepted … It simply shines the way it was meant to.
I lie very still — shining the way I was meant to:
For today, that’s enough. ❤