In front of the security cameras…Fog droplets reveal currents of air
The security cameras are strewn with last evening’ spider silk
High overhead the distant rumble of an aeroplane flying away from here
Oneness is all there is – there is no one here vs. there
I open the sliding door and stand there for a moment to smell the fog and its fresh and moist air
My husband and the dogs are sleeping peacefully upstairs
Hummingbirds are beginning to awaken
Another plane – Has the flight path been changed?
My feet are numb, time to close the door.