Now Note: walking the edge of the green

I walked the path around the golf course
not to play,
just to move.

The grass was trimmed too neat to feel wild,
but the wind didn’t care.
It rustled the trees like a song I almost remembered.

I noticed the bounce in my step,
how my arms swung differently
once my thoughts stopped clinging.

No agenda.
Just steps.
Just breath.
Just sky.