loose threads

so light you can hardly feel it but it patters soft against the metal awning. birds sing in distant trees, little chatters rise and fade as hummingbirds zip from place to place. enough rain has accumulated to begin a slow drip

drip

drip

from the eaves and leaves. just now, a sigh of wind that makes me pull my sweater a little closer. coffee on my tongue. 

somewhere in americana, you might be drinking coffee, too.