Birds chirp, leaves rustle, faint lullaby music streams from the room my baby naps. CJ plays on his ipod and I fiddle with the computer. My coffee sits near me, though cold as I have sat here longer than planned. I have plenty on the "to do" list, including eating breakfast but this moment is so nice. Quiet. Non-productive. Just being. When you are young, you embrace the summer days of sleeping in, playing with friends, tanned skin and popsicles. Now, as I get older I cherish moments of no rush minutes. The view from my chair is fleeting but I'll enjoy it for now.
