It was just a day when I had to

shed my shoes and burrow

my feet close to the earth.

It was just a day when I had to

lay down with grass in my hair and watch

the leaves speak to each other.

It was just a simple day.

Nothing monumental, life-changing or particularly memorable.

Just a day.

warm.

windy.

quiet.

Sometimes frustrating.

Sometimes endearing.

And now, over.

And I find myself hoping that I can have

just another day

tomorrow.