Day 98 - Awake

I am awake to the trees at the top of the mountain that I see every morning from the seat I use for writing.

I am awake to the cats that rush through green ferns while maitacas fly overhead.

I am awake to the many notebooks that line my passage through Earth.

I am awake to each blade of grass and fallen leaf I sweep into my bag then carry to the composting heap.

I am awake to the banana bread I made last night, a slice of which I just enjoyed with my coffee.

I sleep well these days.