Simple Pleasures

This morning my wife and I strolled into our local town.  There was an almost eerie silence to the area.  Admittedly the hour was not late but the quiet was profound.  In the town centre we could hear birds in the nearby churchyard singing.  By the river the Mallard ducks were squabbling to protect territory and the drakes were strutting and flouncing their feathers in shows of eager anticipation (or hope maybe!)

There was a pleasant warmth in the sunshine and for once it was possible to meander without being forced to take drastic course alterations to avoid the usual press of somnambulistic pedestrians.  What was even nicer  was to be able to hear sounds normally drowned by the rumble of traffic.   A few remaining dead leaves still attached to their host trees were rattling and chattering in the light wind; occasionally another would fall and float gently into the market place then skitter around as stray gusts played with the debris of last nights nocturnal urban fox forays.

Thirty-six  years we have been married and still to walk hand-in-hand gives us both tremendous pleasure.  In this mornings setting that pleasure was even more intense.  We had no pressures to be anywhere but where we were.  No time constraints or ‘urgent’ tasks to perform.  We could simply be ourselves and ENJOY!