You know, sometimes I just like to think about the ocean. Not in a big way, just staring out and seeing what's there. Today it's a calm blue, like an old quilt on a quiet morning. It's not a loud blue, more of a silent blue. A thinking blue. It makes the white sails on the boats look brighter, like they're competing against the simple backdrop. They glide a little when the wind catches them. It's a nice thing to watch for a moment.
I was listening to the sounds of the garden earlier. Every garden has its own melody, if you take time to hear it. There was a soft buzz from somewhere, maybe an insect in a nearby flower doing its work. A rustle now and then. The sound of my own breathing, which is an odd thing to notice. You don't usually hear that, do you But when it's still, you can. It's a steady pattern, like a gentle beat keeping pace.
I remember the sensation of warm sand between my toes. It's a memory from long ago, from another time. The grains are fine and slightly gritty, and they yield under your steps. It feels like the earth is whispering its own quiet greeting. It's a pleasing sensation, a simple sensation. It makes you want to sit right down and gaze at the horizon, to spot shapes in the clouds. One resembled a drifting whale, another like a floating castle. They morph so swiftly, you need to look fast before they turn into something else entirely.
There's something about a mug of hot tea in your hands. It's not extravagant, it's merely hot. The warmth seeps into your palms and soothes them. You can watch the tiny swirls in the tea if you hold it up to the sun. It's just tea, but it feels like a small companion on a lazy day. It's there, and it's warm, and that's enough.
Sometimes I reflect on how many stories exist in the world. Every individual you see carries a whole universe within their mind, full of thoughts and experiences and past moments you'll never uncover. They are all going around with these hidden realms, passing by each other, smiling or not smiling. It's a grand thought, a deep thought. It makes the world feel both very large and very intimate simultaneously.
Mostly, I just appreciate the serene moments. The pause between the loud sounds. The exhalation at the conclusion of a lengthy day. The noise of a page being turned in a book. The way sunlight falls on the ground in a long golden line in the afternoon. These are the elements that demand nothing. They simply exist. And that's pleasant. That's more than sufficient, really. It's comforting to simply exist, sometimes.
