Mmm, stinky cheeses
Hummingbirds buzz the nearby feeder with one eye on the prize and the other on the interlopers. Potted plants line the porch railing showing off their eager blooms. Tiny gnatty bugs swarm around our heads and bodies, not necessarily because we smell… well, probably because we smell − delicious. A fat breeze from a distant creeping storm sweeps them away. The breeze doesn’t care. The bugs do; meal lost.
We could plan our day but that totally contrasts with the moment, so we don’t. Our dreams and aspirations only reach as far as the garden. We envision it’s imminent bounty.
It is these moments where heaven is so close. All one has to do is inhale