Forever is composed of nows (E. Dickinson)

I walked via the long route to work after I brought my daughter to school, because the weather was utterly beautiful. I normally get caught up in thoughts en route to wherever and it's refreshing to exert conscious effort in being hyperaware of the surroundings. I deliberately did not put on my headphones and tried to slow down my pace--slow enough to be considered a semi-stroll but not too slow as to be an irksome obstruction to other commuters. The gist: the sky was blue, the grass green, cherry blossoms pink, smiles all around. It was a good, ordinary day. Homeostatic; no extremes--just blissfully mundane. That is worth celebrating.