Showers of green and gold glitter fall off the trees, as the sun speckles the solid soil.
The sky is a reliable blue, brimming with buoyant, bright, clean clouds, that boil
across the horizon.  Happy dandelions dot and dazzle the verdantly inviting, vivacious lawn.
Lazy, little lungfuls of air waft warmly into our reading room.  I yawn,
and you toss me a listless smile.  The smell of fresh laundry floats
to my nose; I feel serenity inside my chest. I can see that you feel peaceful too.