The morning sun is streaming in through my kitchen window
Reflecting off a stack of boxes against my book case
The morning sun is bright, and flashing
The day promises to be sunny hot
There is a for sign in the yard next to the sidewalk
It says for sale
I anticipate the footfall of strangers
Walking through my domicile
There are transition coming, I can see them
My cat is sleeping blissfully
Unaware
