of spending more time with the sun
than the moon.
A bit chilly dawn.
Warm mid-afternoon air.
Evening tree branches waving slightly.
A white ivory fleece floor cushion
carefully rolled up and wrapped in paper.
It is put in a gently wiped bag.
Two lights are blinking.
'Please change', they say.
Two round and small lights
coming out of a treasure box.
Warm and bright yellow shines on me.
A new meeting.
A new beginning.
It is new.
Everything is born anew all the time,
as we think,
as we behave,
as we say.