I lay spread-eagle on the trampoline, eyes closed.
Watching nothing.
Doing nothing.
Just being.
Letting the breeze cool my sun-warmed skin.
Listening as it flipped the pages of an abandoned book to and fro.
The distant thrum of a lawn mower.
A bird chirping from his limb on a River Birch.
Squealing kids playing under the water sprinkler.
The dog barking at a leaf.
No one and nothing calling my name.
In the moment.
Sparkly Street Family Update.
10 years ago
