At this moment.
My feet are on the ground.
Breath enters my nose.
Birds. So many of them, in wild conversation. As I keep walking, I notice more and more. Are they always there and I just don’t pay attention?
Cars. The sound of their tires humming against the pavement, each wave of sound a bit different from the last.
Branches swaying gently. Leaves emerging, daring to show themselves after a long, long winter.
I breathe. In. Out.
My clothes on my body.
A first spring breeze on my face.
A hint of heat.
Look what happens when I stop, just for a second.
Look how much is around me.
This kind of moment is always here, available to me. This quality of attention is something I carry with me.
If only I remembered that more often.
I am. Here. Now.