Snoozing quietly on a sunny day, with eyes half closed, breathing relaxed, listening to the sounds the sun brings out. Children screaming with play, lawn mowers cutting, bees buzzing and singing birds.
Languidly lost in time bemused at the thoughts running free in my mind. I start to muse on ridiculous things: Why liquid soap? Why a date of birth but no date of death? (That would be helpful like a use by date on food, fit in that bucket list or miss your deadline)
Why do ice lollies only come in packs of three like condoms? Why are children so ultimately free? Why does the sun make us feel so safe? Why does road rage come out in the sun? Why do we insist on eating burnt carcasses and underdone chicken? At barbecues that take forever to organise with people you'd rather flail alive?
Contemplation; meditation. A product of contemplation; a thought. "an elegant tapestry of quotations, musings, aphorisms, and autobiographical reflections" (James Atlas).