This pretty much exemplifies what a good day looks like to me. Being outdoors with a child or two, no hurry, no worry, and no expectation. Traveling back roads without a map nor a destination, but only acute awareness. Pretty light and lightness of being permeate the moment, and hushed gratitude envelops me. Looking back I’m always wishing the feeling could last longer, but when I’m in it I’m not burdened by such thoughts.
Just hanging out and watching is enough.