As I write, I’m sitting outside. The sun is warming the right side of my face, and the birds gently call to each other. There is a slight breeze as the sun dips behind a cloud, and then in a moment returns to warming me once more. It is quite serene. For the first time in days, I feel settled. I am feeling the chair beneath me, hearing the keyboard clacks as I type, and am aware of a slight drowsiness that is making my eyelids want to shut. I steadily drink my black tea in hopes it will compensate for my poor night’s sleep. This is the moment I am in. It is Saturday morning, and I am drinking tea while writing. It is as simple as that…