If only I could put it in my pocket

I can think of nothing worth noting about my day. It has been filled with a whole lot of nothing much besides

• sunlight carrying the slight breeze through the windows,

• corn on the cob and steak on the grill,

• the common bird calls mixing with the voices of the kids across the street

A quiet Sunday, exemplified.

Next Sunday, we shall have company aplenty, for it is my grandmother's 92nd birthday. And I know that there will be a moment - between all the cousins playing catch up, and the baby-hogs vying for baby-time, and the much longed for camaraderie of family - when I long for just a little bit of today's peace and quiet.