Where I am

Right now I see:

sun streaming outside on the paddock where cows gently graze

Monique chomping furtively on some home grown corn

wide open windows

curtains ruffled by a slight breeze

my own barefeet

I hear:

Monique furtively chomping on corn, talking to herself about not having any ripe avocados

the ever-present blistering of cicadas

some native bird I'm not familiar with

the space where the sound of the newsroom, the toddler and the cars should be

And I smell:

toast

sunblock

homegrown tomatoes roasting

Bliss.