There's a concert outside.
The raindrops hitting the water in our buckets in the garden is calming music. The kind you'd use for meditation or as white noise for nights when you can't fall asleep. Then, the thunder would bellow like a bass, loud but out of rhythm.
As I'm writing this, my company's a half cup of black coffee (we ran out of sugar) and a two-day old caramel cake.
Today has been an ordinary day, but it doesn't make it any less special. I'm learning that every breath I take is a blessing, and I hope my sighs rise to the heavens as honest hallelujahs.