tingling toes in a hot shower

Raining leaves and singing dogs
In between the silence
and beams of sunshine

Cascading shadows blowing
in the wind on this
Empty country roads
with no audience
only sleeping cows
and bow backed horses in the wind

Swept fields rolling like water waves
on a tide unsure whether to
come in or stay out

the moon hidden below that
great curving fire colored hillside
yet
and here I am only breathing
in deep heart beat thumping
in my ears sounds mixing with the
hum and crackle of tire on road
and whistles of wind through
stainless hoops

for a moment
I spoke
only once in what was
hours
I spoke
and all I could
utter
"This is perfect."