Calm morning, baby is napping. I sit on the couch listening to neighborhood sounds.
The engines of sporadic cars roaring down my street (they drive too fast for my taste), a child playing on the sidewalk.
Business phone calls, wild parrots, mocking birds and seagulls flying lazily overhead.
I am in my pajamas, still, thinking about the day ahead.
My body is trying to get me to relax and my mind is racing ahead.
I struggle to be in the moment. I am rarely in the moment.
But I still try.
I love the little things, the scent of the jasmine vine outside my front window, the whisper of the warm breeze bringing all its promises.