Tentatively

Walking at dusk down through the solar panel field into the woods and along the trail. The robins are out in strength, undaunted by yesterday's snow mostly melted now and swelling the creek where I stop and listen to the rushing for a minute or two. The air is cool, on the verge of cold, just cold enough to excite the lungs as it enters. I hold onto the awareness of that sensation for the entire hour. Breathing. Fully inflating my lungs and exhaling. Appreciating the unencumbered vital exchange of gasses that enables this small precious life and all the other ones too.