Morning latte in hand, Amy sits in her wicker patio chair and admires her backyard flower garden. In weeks to come, she will recall this moment fondly as she unpacks boxes in her new home and moves into the next chapter of her life.
For now, she relishes the tranquility of the gentle breeze, the smell of freshly cut lawn, and the lazy buzz of worker bees. Monarchs flit by with stained-glass wings, and robins sing their cheerful songs high up in the trees.
As the rising sun caresses her face, Amy is at peace. She will miss this.
100-word microfiction, a drabble
