A quiet moment on a sunny evening.
I sat in my chair by the window, opened a book and as the sun started to set behind the hills reached down to flick on the lamp.
On the table an ice cold beer glistened in the light, music wafted over from the far side of my living room.
A snapshot of a moment which I’ve imagined for some time now.
It’s the little things, isn’t it.
Life is good.