The rain broke while I was halfway across the park. Sun came through and caught the wet leaves. A kid laughed at a puddle somewhere behind me. I stopped under a tree. The branches were still dripping. Something in me that usually hummed had quieted down. The grass was green. The light was clean. I stood a long time and nothing inside me pushed to do anything else. When I kept walking it was because the walking was part of the same quiet.
