Last night I sat out on the back steps for a smoke at twilight and the sky was this lovely shade of purplish blue. The stars above were just starting to show, little pinpricks of twinkling light above, and in the distance between the trees there was a ribbon of reddish orange near the horizon of the setting sun.
And as I was sitting there, someone in the neighborhood began to practice the bagpipes. It was such a perfect moment for me. The wind in my hair was mild, the music melodic and instead of feeling melancholy, which is normally how I feel when I hear bagpipes, I felt at peace.
I wish I had more moments like that.