Birds I do not know the name of.
Small collections of cotton from the aptly named cotton wood tree.
A robin flying from the neighbors roof to a tree in the yard.
Deep blue azure background to the expanding and contracting white clouds.
A Delta airplane, and then another I did not recognize.
Swaying tree tops basking in the remaining sunlight.
The smell of BBQ wafting from across the road.
Voices heard from children I do not see.
Closed eyes and deep breath.
Smooth chatter of leaves dancing.
A moment of solitude.
