Sunday afternoon.
Probably around 3:30pm.
Any work that needed to be done has been finished and put away.
We’re watching a documentary or some film we’ve bought from the local dodgy DVD store.
The cat is asleep.
I’m stretched out on the couch.
My head gently resting against my wife’s side.
We’re probably holding hands.
Depending on the weather, there’s either a bottle of ice cold Coke Zero or a cup of hot coffee on the table in front of us.
At that moment, everything – and I mean everything – is OK with the World.
I like that feeling.
It doesn’t happen enough.