I stepped out onto the porch,
blinking in the afternoon light.
I suppose I had sat in darkness
for a long while.
It was warm, but not hot,
and the breeze blew my hair all around,
and I thought of you
and your appreciation for a perfect breeze.
And I wanted to tell you about it,
just in case you hadn’t noticed this one.
Instead, I stood there for a while,
soaking in the moment,
and then turned inside,
opened the curtains back up,
and got back to work.