The Simple Pleasure of Sunday Afternoon
I just witnessed the oddest and most lovely thing. This past weekend, I was sitting out in the courtyard of my apartment, as I occasionally but not often enough do to relax. In the middle of the courtyard is a round, glass patio table that serves well for drinks, snacks, or a safe place for a laptop computer.
I was relaxing out there, reading a book, when I noticed a tiny beetle bug crawling along the metal rim of the table. That may not be very odd in and of itself, but what struck me was how it walked perfectly around the rim, following it as it curved, not paying attention to me or anything else on the table. The bug just kept walking along the rim at a steady pace, not really speeding up or slowing down at all for minutes on end as I read my book, going clear around the perimeter of the table.
That little thing must have gone around the table at least three or four times while I sat there. But that still wasn’t the really lovely part. That came when, as I read my book and occasionally glanced up to check on the tiny insect’s progress, someone in one of the apartments above me began practicing their trumpet. So, I sat there relaxing in the courtyard as it filled with the sound of this trumpet as I read my book accompanied by this remarkable little insect that kept on its never-ending course around the table.
My life is relatively routine. I try to mix it up like everyone else, of course, but this was something that was so simple and only just outside my door. That’s the wonderful thing about those odd things in life. It was all so serene and gave me a very lovely feeling inside.