Today I find myself relaxing in the Sun, out in the garden with the distant sound traffic rushing by like some torrent down a river.
It's nice to be out in the garden while birds sing their song and warble sweetly. It's nice and calm, not a breeze and not too warm,
I have eaten lunch, and tweeted the day away, I may as yet fall victim to the nap of afternoon.
But I fear it will not last, the neighbours little horrors will no doubt be homie soon to make the sound of Harpies a sound to delight in.
But while it lasts, the birdsong soothes and the Sun delights.