There is a sunrise each day.
I breathe in and out.
(Ideally) I stretch, meditate, then eat a breakfast.
I skip this if I feel too busy.
I write something.
I eat lunch.
I talk to some people.
My feet walk somewhere.
I commute from one place to another place.
I see sky and trees, I smell flowers.
There is water, mountains, rain and sun, dirt and sand.
I breathe in and out.
I kiss my husband.
“How was your day today? What did you learn?” I ask.
We exercise.
We eat dinner together.
I listen to some music.
There is a sunset.
I read and study something.
I get tired.
I brush my teeth.
I go to bed.
I sleep.
Every day.
It has been like this for the last 15 years,
even before we left to sail.
Every day it is all the same.