You sit quietly, mind at rest.
Thoughts pass from time to time - like a twig gently bobbing on a river as it flows downstream, or perhaps a bubble rising from the depths of the ocean to the surface, dissipating as it bursts.
You're aware of the wind on your face, the rustling of leaves, the fresh, clean air in your lungs. Aware of all of this, and more, yet the moment remains fluid, as you observe the dance and enjoy.