I’m on the front porch.
Just closed a book and the breeze is ebbing and flowing.
The rose bush is in bloom.
I prune dead leaves off a small fern and release them to the wind.
The temperature, perfect.
Birds are having conversations.
A Slack notification on my wrist.
That can be dealt with later.
The sound of cars whoosh by on the main road.
A rotary saw off in the distance for a brief moment.
Mental note made of moments that feel alright.