Take a Moment Here

Is perfection worth seeking? I'm sitting on the deck in my backyard, working. The morning birds are chirping, and in our little birdhouse, the newly born wrens are begging loudly for their breakfast. The air is light and cool, with the softest breeze moving through. The sun is still low enough that the deck is dappled in light coming through the trees. There's no wanting for anything else. Just complete calm and ease. This is perfect, I think. And then, almost immediately: ug