Finally,
that old familiar.
The sun is shining,
fresh air fills my lungs,
and I am reminded why I'm alive.
Even that routine walk around the block hits differently.
The greenery from the earth is vivid and sharp,
as I look up at aged trees that line the block.
I wonder about all the things they've seen in their lives,
and whether they're years of solitude is suddenly made okay by the sudden shift in weather.
Even the birds have returned to plan and play.
Like the plants and petals of a flower,
my heart and soul is open,
willing to give and receive.
