On Becoming Myself

I woke up to the sound of the birds this morning and thought to myself this sounds so much better than an alarm clock. Made myself a cup of coffee, and sat down at the table to watch the birds through the window while I savoured the taste and smell of this locally grown and processed coffee. I cannot see the river from my perch but I can hear it. The soothing sound of its steady,  shallow rubble on its journey to the sea.

It is a cloudy day but the mountains look magnificent in their different shades of green with the mist hovering above. I listen to the calls, songs and music of the birds. Watch their antics as they vie for position while feeding on the bunch of bananas and other assorted vegetation and realize I am at peace. I am happy to be alive and able to partake in the beauty and bounty which the universe has provided.