The morning air has a canopy of sweet, light fog. 

The temperature is perfect for my summer sweater. 

The birds fill the trees with their chirping calling and answering 

from the 21 trees in my sight.  

Sometimes, I hear the flutter of their wings as they fly above me.

I am sitting in a bower of redbuds 

and when I look up 

I see thousands of little, floating hearts in myriad shades of green. 

I breathe deeply with satisfaction.

This moment heals. 

 My body feels differently, very relaxed as does my mind and chest,

 or should I say heart.

 I think heart is just right.

This is enough. I have enough. I am without wants and worries.  

This is enough, I have enough.

I am without wants and worries.

I am enough.