I rose this morning, the floor cold to my bare feet.
Golden daylight falls through the barren branches of the stand of white birch trees.
As I stare through the stand of trees, I see the silhouette of one of the Adirondack ranges standing majestically.
Hot black coffee.
Alone with my thoughts,
As I stare out the window.
Things are simpler here.
I can just be…
There is no judgment, no expectations, no goals,
There is no one to please, no one to help.
The quiet solitude of leaves as they dance on the breeze.