Today, at 11:45 I ate my sandwich and chips for lunch. Not much exciting there, I grant you, but this was only the first fifteen minutes of my one hour lunch break. It was the last forty-five minutes that were notable. Let me try to paint the picture for you since I was not smart enough to have brought a camera; even if I had, chances are it would have precluded this moment from happening in the first place). The temperature was in the low seventies (Based on my calibrated brow-sweat-ometer), the sun was shining on my shoulders and there was just enough of a breeze to cool me down without messing up my hair. I sat at the west edge of the pig pond and listened to the sound of sparrows in the trees, duck feet paddling in the water, and a couple of geese - fortunately for me they were on the other side of the pond - foraging for whatever geese forage for in the water. As I closed my eyes for a moment to take in the peaceful sounds, my left hand rested on the side of a really cool pig named Lucas (In more ways than one since he is both cool in the slang sense and he was lying on his side in sizable mud-hole at the time) while my right hand stroked his furry ear. It was what I would call a pure moment and one that is harder to put into words than I thought it would be. You kind of had to be there and it sums it all up to say that I am forever grateful that I was.
My first two days of my new job have been filled with these moments. Yesterday I spent my lunch watching the "calves" (I don't know when they technically become cows, but in my mind they will always be the "cow-boys") on a grassy hill and watched the wind part the grass and reveal the purple clover flowers nested within. This wind was a little stronger and did mess up my now red hair, but it didn't matter. It was serene and wonderful.
In other news, our move went smooth and we are about 94.7% un-boxed (Some engineering traits die harder than others), but who really cares about that? All is good in my world today.
