This evening I attended my son's ballgame. I wasn't sure about going as the temperature is still a little cool and it's the spectator's that really feel that. There's no regular pattern this year as to whether I go or not as the weather has postponed some games and kept me away from others. I also had to look for my chair. I'm nothing at a game without my bright blue chair. I found my chair and decided to go. I'm glad that I did.
I also brought a book for reading until the game started and at any slow times. I read until the first batter was up. Then I started watching the game and at some point, sitting out there in a big field with the evening sun on my face, I realized that I was enjoying myself. I wasn't looking forward to the game being over - I was content just the way things were. It was nice. It wasn't overly planned, feeling the way I did wasn't expected but it happened and it was nice.
Oddly enough, there were two other times today when I would have been ok if time just stood still for a while. I didn't want a situation to end. I was present and, dare I say, happy. It's wonderful to be there, be here, be in the now and pretty much only in the now. At least for a little while.