Sun setting, after a burning day,
Admiring the last glimpse, of its rays,
Music floating, through the air,
Gentle breeze, caressing my hair.
Grabbed a coffee, with a friend,
No need to act, or pretend,
A kind soul, that makes my day,
And somehow accepts, this castaway.
A busy day, now laid to rest,
Feet are up, with a book to digest,
Moments like these, mean so much,
A little piece of heaven, that I can touch.