Sunday morning in August
I told myself to ignore the bright sunshine At a table on a deck my seat in the warm summer sun I listen to waves softly lap against the shore. I told myself to ignore how hot I felt From the woods to my back a cool breeze touches my neck I listen to the quiet I told myself to squelch the creeping feeling of a hangover In my hand a fresh cup of black coffee I listen to the cheerful clank of halyards against aluminum masts I told my self to ignore the problems of my life In front of me two dogs roll and play in the grass at my feet I listen to a loon in the distance I told my self to be grateful This is a moment is denied to many I listen to the sounds of a warm summer morning Photo credit: Scott Cain