I woke to ducks on the lawn, and a misty rainy day. I’m okay with that, let it rain. πŸ™‚

They enjoy rainy days, too.

They enjoy rainy days, too.

A few minutes sipping coffee in the patio doorway. Meditation under a gray sky. Yoga in the rain-fresh air filling the apartment. Quiet time.

There is time to consider raindrops on roses.

There is time to consider raindrops on roses.

I enjoy the rain-drenched summer patio garden, aware that summer is quickly fading, and savoring this fleeting precious moment. Isn’t this enough? πŸ™‚

Last night was spent in love. Delightful. More than enough; love seems to always exceed sufficiency. πŸ™‚

I hear my traveling partner grinding coffee, awake for the day. I smile. This, too, is enough. πŸ™‚ I keep practicing. Today is a good day for it. ❀