A Simple, Perfect Moment

I'm sitting by the tennis courts in Central Park having a cup of coffee. I have roughly an hour before my match, so there's not any hurry. I'm taking it all in, breathing more than just the aroma of my coffee. Tennis is everywhere. A vast expanse of tennis court lay in front of me. Players hitting tennis balls and the constant "thwap" made by their racket rings in my ears. The heat of the coffee nips my tongue. The buzz of the caffeine rolls through my veins. I am in my environment. I am home. Tennis is everywhere. I'm just having a cup of coffee and breathing it all in. Such a simple moment, but life seems so perfect.