Norah Comerio - Afternoon Prose

I love the way the sun shines and the wind chimes speak to me on this late summer afternoon. My belly is beginning to stir, pulling me from a comforting grogginess. It marks the end of my longer than usual after-lunch nap on the wide front porch overlooking the lake. Thoughts of my next chore, making dinner, are interrupted by other relaxing distractions. The breeze brushes its lips across my bare feet. The sun’s rays reach over the hills to the west and massage my shoulders with warmth. I attempt to rock on the swing, but the chains that support this cradle of chipping paint haven’t been oiled yet this season. Their squeaky complaints make my teeth hurt. So instead, in this moment – I am still.

Norah Comerio

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