How Little It Takes

I’m standing in the shade of a tree. The branches make long shadows on the lawns around me. A man in a riding mower stirs up the warm scent of freshly mown grass. It’s a sweet, comforting smell. It’s cool and dark by this trunk. The summer breeze blows my hair across my cheek.

I’m waiting for a friend to pick me up for a lunch date, so I have a few moments to stand, breathe, and rejoice in the simplicity of mown grass, cool shade, and a light breeze.

It’s a very small moment with very small details, yet that’s all it takes. I enjoy those details so much, that I realize how much I’ve changed over the years.

It takes so little, now, to send me off rejoicing.


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