Quiet Sunday Morning

Glorious, peaceful Sunday morning as I watch a small bundle of balloons float up that someone accidentally released into the sky. No sounds on the street, no sirens, no trashmen. Peace. My philosopher pedicurist who is my age told me that this Chinese New Year will bring us happiness as this last year was not a good one. I will drink coffee to that. It was a rather quiet, dark year with much loss and humbling. I'm waiting for a new day. Waiting for that day when I can let go of everything that is holding me back for good. The sky turns a bright, beautiful pink as the sun rises, the sirens begin and she rises too.