For a moment, everything is fine. They are playing outside, and I am sitting in the pre-autumn sun. The dog has wrapped herself around a tree by her leash, and she is panting happily in the heat. No one is fighting. No one is yelling. No one is hurt.
For a moment, my work is done. I have done what I needed to do, and what I have not yet done, I don’t need to do yet. I can relax, as the children pull each other around in wagons and cars. They are happy. I am content.
For a moment, everything is working. My phone is not almost out of battery. I am sitting in the good chair, the one with no cracks, that doesn’t buckle and bend when I sit down in it. I remembered to put on my watch. My pants are not too tight. The tree shades my eyes from the sun. Everything is right where it should be.
For a moment, everything is beautiful. The late summer flowers still bloom, against the backdrop of the first leaves to change into their fall outfits. The grass is green, and the light is bright. It is quiet and good.
The moment is over. But I’ll be watching for the next one. Will you watch with me?