Small Pleasures
... moments snatched from the day
Small pleasures are fragments of experience. They are fleeting and individual. The stuff of living.
Winding my watch, sitting on the edge of the bed, briefly contemplating the day.
Sourdough toast for breakfast.
The cat’s furry belly, stroke it, perhaps.
Pret has Chicken Laksa soup.
A good explanation. 'That makes sense'.
The Brokenwood Mysteries, in bed (only the 2nd half otherwise I fall asleep).
15 minutes between meetings - Lemon tea.
Supernova Yoga Nidra. 'Every practice is perfect, exactly as it unfolds, here today'
The square in which my house is located, on my return, at dusk.
The same Wordle score as J-.
Prof Blockhead replies:
https://open.spotify.com/track/0BM0mmsp3qXner3RImJsSb?si=57c7JVqISBamc1gIkTI5ZQ
The Brokenwood Mysteries? That was a little left field profserious. I do however agree, it is sit down viewing in this household and not just for the current location proximity.