The sun rises painting as it comes into view,

pinks and oranges announces its coming.

A breeze stirs all shades of green leaves into quivering dances.

I breathe it all in.

My children come loping down the stairs,

Saturday!  Time to play!

They grab their bikes up before breakfast and take off for grand adventures.

I breathe it all in.

My husband brings the coffee,

He sits beside me smiling,  “this is the life” he says,

There seems to be nothing wrong in the whole world looking from our point of view.

I breathe it all in.

I grab a pen and the coffee seems to have stirred my soul,

Or was it my husbands hand on mine?  Or the children laughing?

Either way I feel the writer in me live.

I set the pen to page and let out the breath.

Then read it back and breathe it all in again.