I sat there for a moment, sun warming my face. It was Friday morning. I had just finished with my morning routine – dressed, out the door, flipping through emails and yesterday’s analytics.
It’s the little things. Sometimes we forget to enjoy them.
Instead of stressing about the day’s deadlines, Friday at 8:57 – I was just in the moment. Listing to the musings of the birds just outside my windows, all singing their own tune yet somehow managing a perfect melody together. The song of morning, the sound of spring.