Afternoon Meditation

It is half an hour until dinner time and I am sitting at the dining room table drinking the lukewarm remains of my belated afternoon coffee.
Miss 3 and Miss 5 are energetically playing 'jumbo jets' with toy cars in the lounge.  I am torn between enjoying the sound of their laughter as they make their 'planes' 'fly' and concern for the safety of our wooden floors.
Stop.  Be still.  Breathe.  This moment here.
Where we are.
Where you are.
The steady rhythmic buzz of cicadas drifts through an open window.  The distant rumble of a plane flying overhead.  A screech of brakes somewhere in the distance.  The gentle scrape of pencil on paper as words take shape.  The sudden heavy thud as an object hits the ground.  An explosion of ecstatic giggling.
Stop.  Be still.  Breathe.  This moment here.
Where we are.
Where you are.