A bit of a prayer bead

 A portion of this morning was so blissful, it was like a perfectly polished prayer bead.

It was cloudy. There were kites gliding in the sky. Some crows sat on wires. A parrot flew about. I had a cup of tea brewed with black pepper. For a while, there was no call from work. There was also very little guilt of not working. 

I was breathing really deep. Everything about me and around me had slowed down. 

The leaves shook in the breeze. A koyal cooed and suddenly there was flute music.

It was perfect.