A Day Enjoyed

Its one of those days,

gray, the colors of fall gone.

The wind is starting to pick up,

causing the leaves to dance down the path before me.

Running ahead of me as if to say

“catch me if you can”

But I can’t of course.

Happy with my pace I smile at the adolescent feeling the

running leaves give me.

Thoughts slip in and out of my head,

fleeting thoughts of little importance.

Its the day I’m enjoying, running along, the weather a signal,

of the change of the season.

Glancing up I see some pigeons riding the wind,

weaving up, then down,

a brief respite from their daily struggle to survive.

Soon I will turn around, head back,

tired yet refreshed.

A good tired, having worked out all the kinks of age,

the stresses of life.

Ready to accept what the day will offer,

smiling.