Tonight I stand in the sideways light of the setting sun. The pea plants stand taller than my head and I harvest handful after handful of plump, ripe pods. I split one open, carving out the insides, too eager to wait. As the sweetness bursts against my tongue it strikes me that this is perfection.
This here standing barefoot in the dirt with greenery and stillness all around. This here, this ability to find moments amidst the crazy speed of continually churning life. This here, the wonder of existing exactly as I am within the boundaries of who it is I am choosing to be.