Ideal surroundings

When I tell you that I am vastly content, it is only because I lack more powerful words by which to convey today's delight.
This morning, I went for run. The streets here are walled in on either side by foliage thick and tangled. The homes, at breaks in the green, were lovely. The scent of the sea at low tide was pungent, though bucolic nonetheless. In such surroundings, I could run forever.
The boys and I talked. Laughed. Prayed together.
We explored the town a bit.All afternoon, they have been on the water. They have a rowboat here, and a floating dock out a bit in the bay. They are doing all that boys ought to do. It's a scene from a lazy summertime novel.
I sat on the deck overlooking the lawn and the sea, trying in vain to keep from levitating into the whispering clouds. The sky and the water are expanding perfection, one above and one below. This house is small, and the plants around it dwarf the tiny thing. There are towering evergreens and waxy-leaved bushes 15 feet tall and just as wide. There is an explosion of petunias hanging in sight of every window. It is Eden.
No one has interrupted the music wafting from the CD player. The phone doesn't even ring. Peace.
It cannot last, of course. But today is exquisite.