As I am sitting here, this coffee I am drinking tastes complex. I am really not sure what it tastes like, but it tastes good. My foot is not really touching the floor, only on the outer edges. The sunlight is hitting my back as I am faced away from the window, but the sensation is so strong that its operating presence is known. This room smells warm, and there is a green book on the table which has a familiar and known green color. I have my legs crossed underneath me as I sit here, observing the construction of this moment in time. There really is nothing else to experience right here and now. Just me and my humanness sitting here. Really nice.