Bright Shiny Day

The sun comes in like an old friend,
quiet and familiar,
warming the chair where I sit
with no reason to move.

Outside, the trees stand still,
bare branches reaching
like sun worshipers.
A squirrel darts past.
I don’t care to follow.

The house hums softly,
and sunlight spills delightfully 
across the room.
The world has paused
just long enough
for me to watch it go by.