Sights, Sounds, and Tastes of Happiness
It's a cool August morning. A Sunday. I should have slept longer, but couldn't. So at 7:15, I went to look at the sky, the trees, the wind running through the trees and shrubberies outside, the overnight clouds shifting quickly in the hands of the delicious wind that is blowing in all directions. I looked. I listened to the sounds of leaves moving, the sprinklers watering the lawn outside, the few cars passing in a distance, the airplane flying overhead, the birds having a celebration on the tree branches, the whistle of the kettle inside. As I sit here sipping my Tea Anglaise (strong tea with milk, a long-time addiction of mine since I went to live in the UK for an assignment a long time ago), I see the wind blowing the curtains in and pouring fresh air inside. I listen some more. I'm thinking to myself when was the last time I let my senses be exposed and relaxed like this? To let myself hear and see everything, even when nothing is seemingly happening around me? I love the taste and temperature of my tea on my tongue. I love being awake. I love being me this morning.