Woke up. The sun is shining. The sky is blue. The snow is glistening. (Channelling Hemingway – simple words in short simple sentences.)
Feeling very content, very happy. (OK, that’s not Hemingwayish.) Even the aching shoulder and knee and the huge bruise on my bum from a massive stack brings joy, resulting, as the injuries did, from a skiing mishap.
All the stress of work has dissipated. No demands on me. I can sit all day, or ski, or read a book. Or just look at the view and daydream.
Time to just be. Not to have to do something.
View this morning. Who couldn’t feel relaxed and content?