A river cuts through the centre of my town. I don’t think it’s used to its full potential by the local council or by much of the city population. Most people see it as just sort of there and it’s nothing special. Personally, I like it. It passes through a nice area – complete with pub – and I’ve had a few ideas for short fiction inspired by the locations. My wife and I have walked through it a few times before she drags me to the pub (honest). Over the weekend, we had a walk in the other direction. Within less than ten minutes of leaving the city centre, we were pretty much in the middle of nowhere. I’m talking the river beside us, a few cows on the other side, fields and a biiiiiiiggggggggggggggggg sky. That was about it. OK, we were both half dead by the time we got back to civilisation but it was still a nice time. Anyway, this got me thinking about simple pleasures.
By simple pleasures, I mean the things which might not seem like a big deal but matter to us. We don’t need to spend much on them or really give them much thought. They’re the things that we can end up overlooking because we’re focused on saving up for a holiday or worrying about how to pay for Christmas.
Not including writing, my simple pleasures: a good book, time with friends, vegging with my wife on a Friday night when neither of us can be arsed to do anything, a beer in the bath, laughing at rubbish zombie films, when either of my cats sits on my lap AND gets off without scratching the hell out of my legs, and walking along the river in the middle of nowhere, of course.
So, what are yours? Feel free to share any and all. Let’s enjoy our simple pleasures.