Letting Mind Return Home

It’s a still hazy Spring morning as I gaze out on my balcony; not a whisper of wind and the horizons are drawn in, not misty, but with an intimate feeling of enclosure that lends itself to contemplation.
It’s a still hazy Spring morning as I gaze out on my balcony; not a whisper of wind and the horizons are drawn in, not misty, but with an intimate feeling of enclosure that lends itself to contemplation.