Salsa

Morning. The smell of salza mized with the rain. Softener in the back room, mice and birds in harmony soaked blossoms outside my window, the feeling of a big house and a day before you. One basketball bouncing, cars on the wet road. A shiver and sunlight, inspiration. Laziness and energy, soft music in my head, the calm kind, not sad. Tasting some sweetness that is almost like sun-cooked grass and days that never got old.