Now

Now we have the time to smell the flowers the soup brewing on the stove the crisp air after the rain

Now we have the time to see the tiny flowers on the roadside shafts of sunlight dancing on the forest floor shadows of clouds meandering over the hills

Now we have the time to hear the symphony of water the bamboo trunks swaying in the breeze the approaching rumble of distant thunder

Now we have the time to feel the floor under our bare feet the morning sun warming our face the caress of soap on our hands