I'm at the kitchen table, in the calmness of the morning, savoring my one cup of coffee, sip by sip. The kinetic little nuthatch is entertaining me at the moment, but he will quickly fly off with one seed and a chickadee or yellow finch will spontaneously reappear. In contrast, the sparrows stop by and gorge on sunflowers leaving a mess of shells on the ground. I wanted time, time with you, time to do something meaningful, but it flew away across the grassgreen fields and up into the skyblue air, temporarily out of reach. In the process of trying to catch it, I realized that I was already holding onto it, and in that moment, I noticed what a beautiful day it was.