My life is ordinary. I get up in the morning, I go to work, I come home and do it all again in the morning. Ordinary, right? I thought so too until I started thinking of all the time in between the ordinary.
The smell of coffee is simple. But the smell of it wakes me and starts my day.
A dog, desperate to be near me, to have me scratch his head, is magic to me. The dog is far from simple but it is a simple moment.
The neighbors have a sprinkler on every morning. Even in the deepest heat, little birds gather in the mist of it and sing like no one is watching. Simple.
Much of life has been ordinary to me for a long time. I'm not sure when I started watching and waiting for the simple things. But I am glad I did.
Let's see what tomorrow brings...