In our hot, dry summer, people here long for the cool, wet winter. Come winter, the same people will call out for some sunshine. Friends, there is only the present moment; enjoy it! Tomorrow might not come for you. Or for me.
On a nice day like this, there should be a river to cross. There should be a mountain to climb. Warm, but not hot. There is a breeze, but I wouldn’t call it windy. Perhaps I’ll answer it right after my nap. Or perhaps not.