It’s nearly dark. The neighborhood is quiet, except for the occasional bark from a dog. The birds are singing their lullabies. The wind gently sways the branches of the newly blossomed trees. I hear my bamboo windchimes in the distance, clattering in low rhythmic tones. The moon is brightening. I just saw the first star. The day and the week have ended, and I am blessed to have this present moment, rocking in my hammock beneath the trees.