I usually just walk away in my head...LOL... but I do love nature and the outdoors.
I enjoyed your description of your surroundings and the sounds. You made it pleasant to imagine.
I don't think I've ever had coffee outside more than my porch or my Mom's porch. I can only imagine too that it would be enjoyable.
I've always been a realist, in knowing that I will one day perish, but I never felt my mortality so strongly till after my brother passed. He was only a year and a half older than me and now at 65, I have had 5 years more of life than he got. It was devastating to lose him. It's not that I am so distraught now that I live under a cloud of doom and I'm not sure I can explain it exactly. It just seems there is no sense in making future plans, because... why? I may not even still be here. I know how idiotic that sounds, but somehow it has had a bit of that affect on me. I know it should make me do everything I can, but sometimes it works the opposite. I'm sure there is some sort of condition that has an unpronounceable name for it. LOL
I understand I guess, loss makes us see our own demise a little more clearly. I also understand the no sense making plans comment but...there is sense!
You see, you're still here, thankfully, and you don't know the moment in which you'll not be here. You don't need to take big hikes or do big things, have big plans, but whilst you're here you should shine your light into the corners, the dark spaces, and see what it reveals. Who knows, there might be something interesting there.
Try something small, a plan that is easily achieved for the following day or week. You may find that practice becomes a habit. Live for today, understand that tomorrow will one day not come, but plan for it anyway, which will help you put more into today...every today you have left.
It's: unlivingerisingfortodayerism.
I KNEW I wouldn't be able to pronounce it ! 😂
Lol, indeed. It's one of those difficult scientific terms.