This morning I’m tired; finished two projects and even got the billing done too. So I’m ready to receive gladly a friend’s FaceBook post: “Every day holds its share of simple pleasures; we must only open our eyes to see them.”
I did wonder, though — what is a “simple pleasure,” really? One that doesn’t involve money, or stuff, or travel? It’s just there in front of us?
I’m thinking things like that aren’t necessarily “simple.” Take Bugs’s back legs, and the scientific analysis of same, from yesterday —
Still. I take the meaning. I’m content, not-striving, willing just to enjoy Bugs’s effortless beauty.