As I swallow,I can feel the serotonin coming back.
It’s just that quick.
And I can feel the breeze and I notice the mist descending from the skies.
Brown.
The tree limbs are brown here,and they’re hanging over with no rhyme or reason.
The evergreen conifers are pointing upwards, resilient as a motherfucker….
The breeze pushes against All of them and they all submit.
How lucky am I?
To notice?
I can smell it.
I know they just drank and the balance is in tune..
dawn 