Today I had the opportunity to sit on our new front porch. It's not really a porch by definition, it's more like a walkway, but there is room to sit on the edge of the doorstep. As I sat there, I felt like I was in one of those movies where everything around the character is forced into slow motion--everything except the character herself. The sun was just so...cozy. Not hot, or overly bright, or annoying, just cozy. And the wind was blowing just so, making our neighbors wind chimes tink and twink in a disorganized, but beautiful, fashion. Our other neighbor was playing a classical serenade on her violin, and although she was playing indoors with the windows closed, the sound was like a far off bird. To add to it all, the gigantic oak tree near our house caught the wind and was making a beautiful swwwiiish sound...

 It was just one of those moments that was so beautiful and simple. Oh! I know. It was like the opening scene from the movie August Rush. The little boy just breathing and taking in the sounds around him in the tall, swaying grass.