A perfect, summer morning in July. The golden early light angles through the yard illuminating the flower bed out back. I sit on the porch in the early shadows. The air is warm and still. A coffee cup steams nearby. The birds are chirping and my cats are laying about, cleaning themselves.
I am indeed in the moment. It is the last day of my vacation. Relaxed, I contemplate the serene emptiness of my un-busy mind. Two weeks off have removed the worries of work that seem to always be running in the back of my mind like some behind the scenes computer program.
I have a school-teacher friend who gets eight weeks off a year. When he goes back to school he always says “re-entry” is tough. He’s not joking. I know what he means even though I only take two weeks. I wish I could stay in the summer moment forever: the calm, the fun and the lovely weather. I can’t of course.
But, I can still have ice-cream for breakfast.
copyright 2018 Christopher Donahue