Sun.

Sun, life magic touching the browns of the leaves floating in the September wind,

The low hum of other passer-bys hurrying down the street in front,

Busied from the autumn downpour that has halted.

Vibrant reds and mustard yellows, matching the wellies stomping the shiny pavements,

Pretty patterns on umbrellas whisking by, dancing around each other like the owners don’t quite trust the British forecaster that the rain has finished for the day.

Watching the rain drops slide down the glass in front of my gaze,

The feeling of content in the pit of my heart washed over, the warmth of the coffee I hug close to my chest,

Noting that the best, most special moments in life are usually missed,

To enjoy the rain pattering above your head.

You sometimes must remember to sit,

You must remember to stand still,

You must remember to stop and b.r.e.a.t.h.e,

Breathe deeply,

Love intentionally,

Live slowly.