First Summer morning.

You wake up half sweating,
but feeling fresh.

You change into shorts for the first time,
and walk outside.

You sit on the porch,
the sun bright,
shinning,
in your face.

It feels nice.
Not nice, but actually 

Nice.

Like 
R
 E
  A
   L
Nice.

You are sitting alone
on your porch.

The birds tweet.
The Cardinals
The Blue Jays
The Red Wing Black Birds
The Crows
and
The Gold Finches

It feels warm,
well,
warmmer than a spring morning.

The grass wet
The birds chirping
The odd warmmness
The alone sitting

It this isn't nice
I
Don't
know
what 
is.