
The hypnotic flow from the fountain behind lulls me.
Bells chime in the distance and buildings surround me.
The crunch of footsteps on gravel,
symphony of voices,
and the breeze caresses my bare arms.
A bee tries out the remnant of my breakfast,
but settles on the purple flowers close by.
The sun is up but not yet hot
and a bird hops about looking for crumbs.
I awoke to a nightmare that I had overslept
but now I realize
this will be a glorious day.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2017
Originally published at christinesdavisphd.blogspot.com on August 28, 2017.

