Grey skies and cold wind.
Winter must be coming.
Leaves dance around the sidewalk,
Chasing each other like naughty children.
The gentle whip of the dry air
Feels like a tender caress on my cheeks.
Stories of a sly fox and a wise owl
Calmly simmer in the cracks within my head.
The smell of coffee and ancient wood
Guide my steps towards a warm place.
Petty problems start dissolving
With every sip of the strong brew.
Such simple things,
Such a strong medicine.