Dandelions poke through the cracks,
a warm breeze tries to cool my hot back.
Sitting in a new space, doing this writing life
I am aware of the possibility around me.
Where is there possibility in your life today?
Mine is sitting before me, learning this new laptop, drinking coffee in a new place, listening to the sounds of unfamiliar voices. The birds even chirp differently here.
All good. All full of new possibility.