Listening to a Sunday morning in April

Illustration by Larry Roibal

I hear the Canadian Geese this morning, their song whispering through my window. The tick tock of my clock rocks me back into a lingering sleep. I awake again to my coffee gently brewing… sending waves of rich aroma into my room. Oh how I love you Sunday morning, because I can listen to my soul speaking to me and telling me today I am… and I can… and I will…

So much possibility.