Rainy Sunday Morning

I spent the first half hour or so this morning -- the time it took to drink a cup of tea -- looking out my sunroom window, listening to the wind and rain. I watched as a few of the last leaves fell from the maple trees in the neighbor's yard -- some twirling, some floating, some racing toward the still-green grass.

I didn't think about anything in particular. I didn't really think about anything at all. I just watched and listened. It was a welcome break from my usual racing thoughts, my plans and to-do lists.

I didn't worry about the future or regret the past. I simply sat and drank tea. It was nice.