So, I'm just sitting here, under this covered patio. It's raining. And I just had a little Zen-like moment of appreciation for simplicity and wanted to share.
I live in a normally arid grassland at the base of a mountain range. This large rain storm just rolled in over the hills. I'm sitting on an old, semi-fancy, vintage couch that my ex left here but has since been turned into the outdoor seating. On either side of me, I have my large racks of this winter's worth of firewood (made with old pallets and scrap wood) and they're set up intentionally to block the wind while sitting out here.
Listening to the pitter patter of the raindrops and watching these thick clouds creep up and over the hills. The periodic wafts of smoke from my wood burning stove washing over. The daylight dimming quickly tho there's no sun to be seen thru these clouds. The beer in my hand might be one of the best I've had, not because of the quality of it, but because it's here, right now, in this perfectly simple moment in time.
I probably didn't convey the perfection of this moment as well as it should've been. But I hope you all are enjoying your perfect little moments too. And if you're not, sometimes you just need to stop for a sec and look around to find them. They're always there.
Thank you! I was able to briefly live vicariously through your eyes! I’ve recently grown a great appreciation for the serenity of being outdoors—especially in mountainous wooded areas in my case.
All too often I take things out here for granted. This was a really nice reminder to stop and take it all in. "Smelling the roses" and what not.