Some days are for doing, while others are for being. I tend toward the former, and am trying to rest more and just be present. To notice things without judgment or imposing my agenda.
I'm trying, like Miles, to find a warm patch of sun and just sit in it. Feel the breeze on my skin. Marvel at the desert landscape and embrace the paradox of 80 degrees in February.
You know, he's not thinking about the laundry in the dryer or that sticky part of the kitchen floor that needs mopping or paying the bills.