in the kitchen

Today I spent the morning sitting at the kitchen table looking out into the back yard. I could see the wind blowing through the leaves, and I imagined I could hear the rustling leaves although the house was quiet. The sun was streaming down, ebbing as clouds rolled past. The light played on the walls as the trees swayed to and fro. The squirrels came up to the back door, begging for free peanuts. And a big beautiful bird sat and watched me.