I was sitting there next to the pool. The temperature, Im sure, was over 85 degrees. It was at the threshold of really hot where one goes from being pleasantly comfortable to being wrought with sweat and incapable of finding the best spot on the chair.
"Tom", my brother exclaimed to my slight realization that I wasn't taking a nap at home. "What time is it?"
"2:07." I replied back. As I pondered the time and the remaining hours of sunset we had left in the day, I thought of what I would be doing in Peoria, were it not Spring Break. I'd either be reading, have pleasant conversation with a housemate, or dreadfully studying. In that singular moment I realized how incredibly happy I was to be sitting their doing nothing but enjoying the breeze and perfect sunset that shroud the magnificent Mexico sky.
We barely ever truly live in the moment. It takes practice. Often years of vacations and adventures to TRULY appreciate them. Without this focus on the present these adventures can be lost to single memories of that one time I visited that one place.
At 2:07 last Wednesday afternoon I thought hard and precisely of a week in advance and how I would forever attach that time and memory to my memory bank for all time. I won't forget it now. I know what I was doing, what I was feeling, and how to keep smiling while it lasted.
That time is over now and it is time to focus on new adventures, mostly unplanned. No doubt about it, though, to smile and live in the present is the greatest adventure of all.
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