Sitting outside at a restaurant with my son and wife on a warm afternoon in a small town in Colorado. We had been at the range while my son zeroed in his scope on his birthday rifle.
Time stopped. I was where I was supposed to be. I was content and peaceful.
I can be there again.
And in fact briefly I achieved it, deliberately. And this happened, in the car rental shuttle to the Denver airport. I remembered the day before in Basalt and realized I could be there anytime I wanted to. “There” meaning peace of mind.
And I was. And I knew it.
Then I started judging the design of the parking structure. Haha. Gone.
And I knew it. And laughed.