Right now I see:
The quaintest most wonderful neighborhood stretched out before me. The high noon sun is overhead, but I am sitting in the shade, composing this post on my iPod and watching the shadows of the trees dance on the pavement.
Right now I hear:
Ducks. Geese. Wind. Silence. It's music to my ears.
Right now I smell:
The occasional whiff of freshly mown grass, and the laundry detergent scent coming from my shirt.
Right now I taste:
The lingering sweetness of the cantaloupe I had for lunch today.
Right now I feel:
The wind rustling my hair. An ant making it's way up my foot. The grass gracefully brushing my legs. The plastic case of my iPod as I write this.
But I feel more than that. There's a sense of peace here, contentment. Love. It's one of my favorite places.
So where am I right now?
On vacation at my great aunt's house. And I can't think of any place I'd rather be right now.