as it passes through the trees,
is made audible by the yet fallen oak leaves.
One of these leaves detaches,
catches on the wind,
and then lands at my feet.
I sit here above the creek with turmeric tea steaming in my face.
My belly is full of veggies and I am sore in places I didn’t think possible from a hike.
I see three tumbleweeds nestled up on a fence nearby.
They seem so out of place,
like three irresponsibly discarded bottle caps.
I sigh a full and bountiful breath out.
I feel cradled between a rock and a warm, soft place.
The water whispers goodnight and the moon sings me to sleep.