Here and now I hear every sound. A flower in the grass, the sun on my face. No filter of noise. No pressure from all the “must-dos” that are still waiting. The ticking of the clock and the soft snoring of grandpa. Unavailable, yet always available. But only one ball at a time to keep in the air. No stress about tomorrow or last week. Here and now, everything is fine. Here and now is where I want to be.
