The neighborhood Fourth of July fireworks ceased sometime during the night. Now, the only sounds are the intermittent birdsongs, the rustle of breeze-tussled leaves, and the hum of a dryer exhaust.
The sun approaches zenith. The last clouds dispersed. Sunlight-bathed blades of grass look a radiant green. The temperature and humidity continue to rise.
Yesterday, we had company; tomorrow, we sojourn for a short getaway. Today, relax where we are.
and the woosh from
a steady breeze
this transient feeling