Sitting on her patio, the grey-haired woman wears a red hat,
Laptop by her side waiting for the magic of inspiration..
She glances up from trying to write.
This is her Happy Place:
Watching the trees sway in the soft breeze of summer,
And, listening to the rustle of leaves like water boiling on the stove.
The sky is gray with the haze of July.
Hawks slowly survey the scene like a politician working the room for prey.
She waits outside finding peace In this steamy environment,
Sitting limp in a chair absorbing the peace before life’s reality calls her.
The AC cannot lure her back into what awaits for her:
Peace eludes her inside.
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