Sunshine, finally

I had to be outside.

Spring was here, green shoots 

pushing up through dead leaves, birds

singing, the sun

so warm on my skin, it was hot

even.

The path was dry, even the mud

had dried in the heat, one day

the footsteps will be unearthed,

each tread to be studied by 

those who will come behind

us one day, wondering what

ever became of the middle-aged

woman, size 7 shoe,

wearing Lowe boots.

I was here.