Being in the Moment

Early in the morning, the streets are quiet, the air is cool and clean (er), and sometimes, if I tilt my head just so, I can smell flowers from a window box.

In the afternoon, the sun burns hot hot hot.

In the evening, spiceboy and I take Betty for a walk along Central Park, because the air is so much cooler near the trees.

We might share an ice cream.

We might hold hands.

At night, I fall asleep with the light on and a book in my hands, which spiceboy will gently remove when he comes to bed.

Time has slowed down a little. It’s time to play. It’s time to nap. It’s time to sigh with contentment. The days and nights have fallen into the comfortable pattern of summer.

Enjoy!