I sit by the window
Sipping my chai
The squirrels chatter on the tree outside
The lazy clouds drift across the summer sky.
A slight breeze brushes across my face
Like a caress.
Doris Day plays in the background,
And my dog curled on my feet.
No one else around.
To one to cook for,
No one to clean after,
No one to look after.
Just me and my hard earned serenity.
‘I’m Writing Bravely for the Write Tribe Festival of Words – March 2019’