One of my favorite things, is to sit out on our front porch.

Swinging.

I think I could swing for hours. What is it about swinging that never ever gets old to me? I swear I am even physically lighter afterwards.

Last night, still hopped up on my Next Right Thing and the ‘roids, I stopped what I was doing. God Bless the ‘roids for these kinds of bouts of inspiration. Good to know I can count on them for something.

And out I went to swing. No thoughts, no concerns. Wait, some thoughts. Like what a beautiful spring night it was. Like how much I adore the streetlamps against the backdrop of a setting sun sky.

When the rain came, I thought about going in. I’m not sure why, probably more a customary action we take … when it rains, we go in. Not this time. I stayed. I swang.

The rain made the loveliest, most rhythmic sound. It felt special made just for me. Cleansing. Preparing me for this exact moment. To appreciate the simple sound of its beauty.

On a May evening. When, even for five minutes, all felt just right and just so.

So incredibly thankful for the simplisticness of thankfulness … that I feel like I just might burst.