there is the soft light of morning in late spring
the solstice is approaching,
summer
soon in full swing
a bus rumbles by the window
the Number 4 rolling down Bryant
a cool breeze pushes through the
window screen
Kitty licks a spot of butter from
her paw
a dog is barking on the morning
walk
people are stirring on their way
to work
the birds grow quiet as the rush hour begins
