Sit in Balcony

Here I sit in the balcony of my house. A house I have lived in for nearly a year now. A move to a different place is imminent. There have been some good times in this apartment. But it isn't the right moment to recollect those.

I am just trying to take this moment to breathe in and breathe out while I have time on my hands and food on my plate. A soothing wind blows. The drawing room is lit with yellow light. There is no rush at all. No places to be. No reports to make. No people to entertain. No desire to drink or smoke. No urgency to sleep early. No one is waiting for my call or a message. No great expectations from life. It feels calm. Life is good.