At this moment the sky is overcast, but a lovely breeze is blowing… suggesting of a storm, though probably just the normal sea breeze. The mynah birds are having their afternoon congregation on a keawe tree across the road, visible and audible all the way from my kitchen table. The construction tractors whirr away with puffs and pants, and a few workers’ voices are carried with the wind. A sparrow is delightfully trilling somewhere near, and other birds fly past sporadically. I am sitting at the table with my journal and pen, while the little girl I nanny sleeps the afternoon away. This is life, now. It’s easy for me to look at the future with excitement, and to fondly reminisce on the past… but I’m also in this season. I’m here now, in the present. I don’t want to overlook that.
