Contemplation

Dewy days

The air is cool and I feel it beat against my face
Heidi runs through the wet grass
Her paws kicking mud in her wake
She is free and wild rolling on the earth and playing with the puddles

And it reminds me of myself when I was younger
No worries in the world
Leaves softly graze tree branches, making their way down

A stray cat who now has a home watches the scene unfold, licking his paws
His once scrawny frame now fattened and round
His fur is soft, no longer rough as he watches his adopted sister run amuck.

And I

I sit on the back porch, feet hung over the edge, embracing what they feel and l let go of my worries for a moment, as free as them