A Perfect Moment

I just had a perfect moment.

I was outside trimming the dead blooms from last year off of the lilac tree/bush when I recognized that life right now, this very moment, suddenly seemed remarkably special. It wasn't just one thing. It was a living collage.

I could hear the ducks talking to one another as they flew by, hear the farm workers out in the fields across the street, and noticed the feeling of soft, slightly warm air that has teased us with a hint of spring. I could hear the chickens and roosters carrying on, their sounds sliding into the front yard. Knowing that Farmer Jeff was in the mad scientist laboratory basement tenderly setting seeds in his sprouting trays gave me a sense of peace and well-being. The cyclists, as they rode by, were talking about having barbecues in this ideal weather and instantly created a similar desire to grill meat.

I was standing on the top of the planter, trimming dead wood, looking at the sky, and knew, life is wonderful.