I lie on your sofa. Netflix is on pause. I look at you.
You stand in the kitchen and I watch your silhouette from behind as you make pancakes. I see your firm hands cracking the eggs, with swift moves you make the batter. You know what you are doing. Determined. You enjoy yourself, the simplicity of the task. You are completely in the present. I could watch you all day.
And then there is pancakes.