The dancing light moves softly on the windowpane.
The tree leaves shuddering in the breeze cause shadows to move with grace, and certainty, unlike my indoor world.
The movement captures my eye, just like the bright zinnias that playfully sway in the garden.
Home has been a shelter, but the outside still whispers, softly, with dancing light and wafting breezes
that bring through the window the scent of grass, sunshine, and the end of summer.
I don’t know what I like more, the sounds the breeze carries to me from outside my window
or the way it allows its earthy scent inside to fill up my space, burgeoning with memories of summers past.
Perhaps, I like the feel of it best, when I step away from my desk, and onto cool grass covered in the aroma of trees.