The afternoon summer breeze runs over and under tree limbs, tousling tree leaves
with a delightful sound.
Nearby, moth wings are battling a screen door, striving for the low kitchen light just out of reach.
A neighbor’s dog is whining and scratching at the door, again.
Further, softer, cows, in the pasture, lowing to each other.
In the distance, car tires hum like something alive.
And, I sit here with a beer in my hand, legs thrown over a wooden railing,
listening. . .
Listening – the best of life.