Putt-putting up from Wareham towards Poole harbour.
On a balmy Sunday Summer evening. In little float boat “Pequod”
Peaceful peaceful. A “Thich Nhat Hahn Moment” (as Georg said)
The giving and receiving of “metta” to and from contented people on boats passing by.
The swanning of the swans. Graceful.
Yes graceful.
(Even when arrows are pointing up their bottoms)
Life don’t get much better.
Than this.
