THis morning I woke up to magpiez crowing and chickens cockadoodledooing scuffling and the soundsmellfeeling of the coffee spitting out of its maker. And I thought to myself what if this is as good as it gets? What if the sunshine through the window and the sprouting crocuses and the farm dogs and horses barking and whinnying is as good as it gets? What if the windburnt cheeks and blistered working hands is as good as it gets?
If only any human could be so lucky.