Every night before bed

Brushing my teeth I try to have a little time standing on the terrace and contemplate how life is pretty much swell. And it is. I really try not to think at all while standing here. And I don't. But sometimes it slips through anyway and you smile and tell yourself that it was "ok to break your (none) rule about not thinking while standing here" and continue to brush pretending that, that thought never really occurred just now. Since I don’t have a functional camera that loves to connect to my laptop, I have, once again, nicked pics from Sandra’s blog. This is my brushing teeth view: