gratitude, Prose poetry

Times like these

Katrineholm — One should be grateful. Grateful for the late evening sunshine, yellow and lovingly caressing, for the sough in the trees, that soft, dancing sound of shivering aspen leaves, for voices and laughter in the background, they carry so well over water, Grateful for times like these. I’m sitting in a rickety, weathered chair, on a jetty so loosely tethered that every movement in this little lake cre...