I wish for a way to capture the feeling of laying on the swinging bench under my favorite gazebo, while the warm sun is spoiling me. I close my eyes and breathe in summer. It's quiet. Just my puppy digging out some bugs from the ground (note to self: must fix the holes before Rich sees them), and the girls are giggling in the distance. It's not hot, but pleasantly warm. Negative things don't matter, they are somewhere in another universe. Meditating on things that are good, and pure, and wholesome. This is joy.