I don’t know if it falls under the umbrella of the simple pleasures of life or if it is an indication of getting old. Either way, I find myself actively involve on a new focus.
On my trek to work I pass a short section of road where I noticed a wild rabbit sitting in a grassy section as it were, watching cars go by.
Granted, I thought it was cute. However I noticed another rabbit and then another rabbit. I thought it was cool (kewl). Thus began my preoccupation with looking for the rabbits. I have counted as many as nine rabbits in that short stretch of road. The best part is seeing the young rabbits.
I can only surmise that I’m getting old indicated by my delight is seeing wild rabbits and that rabbits apparently like watching cars go by.
So what’s your simple pleasure of life?