Not Too Busy for Birdsong

I really shouldn't be writing here, I should be writing in a different application because I'm in the middle of a piece I'm doing for that stuff, what's it called, money, but I wanted to stop, to slow down, to take a break, just for a moment.

For the past two days, I've gotten up early and come downstairs, made coffee, and sat in the gray light of dawn, listening to the gently falling rain and the sound of the birds calling through it. Feeling grateful for the moment.

I suppose you might call this a form of agnostic prayer. But at any rate, I'm glad not to have been too busy to recognize the moment for what it was. Not too busy with work, or fear, or sorrow. No, not that busy, thank heavens.

But I have to get back to work. Hope you're not so busy yourselves, gang.