I sit inside the coffee shop and watch the people on the other side of the window. I marvel at how relaxed they seem, as though they might be boycotting busyness. They sit outside on this chilly day because they have pets who are not, of course, allowed inside. They chat amiably, staying warm with mugs of hot coffee in hand and furry friends on their laps.
I pay attention to the whisper of my own feelings, and I realize how good it feels to be un-busy enough to notice and appreciate these small details.