Morning Solitude
The warmth of the early morning sun beams across my face. The pavement below my feet is splattered with tiny pebbles. I stop to remove the offensive stone from my ill-fitting sandals. I resist the urge to remove them altogether and walk barefoot. Continuing on my morning walk I bask in the glow of the sun's warmth.
I stop to remove the offensive stone from my ill-fitting sandals. The warmth of the early morning sun beams across my face. Continuing on my morning walk I bask in the glow of the sun's warmth. The pavement below my feet is splattered with tiny pebbles. I resist the urge to remove them altogether and walk barefoot.