A soft sigh.

Start with a late morning.

Calm overtakes.

No rush or consequences.

Absent of struggle or anxiety.

Slowing down to catch back up.

***

Flowers and leaves already open to the morning sun.

Soft music echos from somewhere unseen or minded.

The usual pains exist unchanged but in lesser form.

Given room to breathe.

More stamina to push back against the dark.

Less restriction.

***

The sunlight follows me around the room.

Sleep, food and leisure all mine to choose.

A buffet for the soul.

Everything I need to thrive.

The flowers smile at me.

Companions in spirit.