I come downstairs and throw open the French doors leading to the screened-in porch.
The cats immediately go outside - they love it out there.
I brew up a cup of coffee, hit the recliner, and open my book.
From time to time I glance out towards the porch. The morning sun is at an artistic angle and beautifully illuminates the green that surrounds us. The quiet exudes peace, which settles me, centers me in the truth.
The scene surrounds me, it pleases me; the beauty nourishes my soul to the point I feel I can live 100 more years.
The power of the moment is not lost on me.
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