Birds chirp. A squirrel yips. The wierwierwier of a fly. A moth flits by the stair rail. Sunlight creeps forward. Soon, I’ll no longer be in shadow.
I come to the page burning from stomach to chest. Leftovers from a yesterday fraught with nerves. My body, holding on.
I come again, and I am safe. The birds chirp. The squirrel yips. The fly and the moth flit away. Sunlight creeps forward, but now, I am cool and calm in the shadow.