There is a space in my head, tucked somewhere between that chirpy electric buzz of the everyday, the melodic echo of romanticized past, those oft harmonious notes of a rose-colored future. It is a lovely space, if a little sparse, a little dusty, but cozy enough, lit ideally for the time of day and the mood. In that perfect light sits something so simple, yet so central: the awareness of being, of being in situ. Today I crawl up into that space, fold myself up to listen and look. And I am thankful.