Almost Nine

It is nearly 9:00. I am sitting outside a little bakery with a cup of coffee and morning school traffic straggling by. There are so many people in this world and so many stories which are written already. I would like to read them. This morning, there are lots of people, all going somewhere, all thoroughly engaged in living their own lives. The streets and buildings here are lovely. Everything is much older with more history than we have at home. I can feel the stories. They are everywhere. This morning, because the sun is shining brightly and because I am rested, I am thinking there is no hurry to get somewhere. No hurry for anything. My main desire is to greet the sun. How’s this for simplicity? Sometimes, everything is just right.  Nothing important is missing. I like these moments.