A strange lethargy overcomes me

As I sit outside in the heat

I lift up my bottle of water

Staring at the treeline past my feet.

I zoom into the cottage

To eat a bowl of porridge so bland

I mask the lack of flavor with berries

That I picked on my own land.

I watch the sun begin to fall

Below the horizon of trees

A firefly alights on the porch

Bracing itself against the breeze.