This has no particular connection to photography, or to musing, or anything this blog is ostensibly about.
But I would just observe that, on a scale from one to ten, with a one being nasty and icky and unpleasant, and a ten being nice and happy and pleasant…
Sitting in your warm and cozy home, with snow and cold outside, and with a Golden Retriever resting his head on your bare feet, and the same Golden snoring softly after a good day that included adventures in the snow and a port tasting class that you took with the love of your life – that’s about a twelve thousand. Maybe a twelve million.
Minimum. Even if the dog’s head is heavy and is sort of smooshing your sore toe.
Our lives are structured so that it’s often hard for us to notice these quotidian pleasures. It’s important to notice them. It’s really, really important.
It may well be the most important thing.