It's the 1st of October. I'm not entirely sure how that happened. It seems like only a minute ago it was July and we were off to San Francisco on the holiday of a lifetime.
I'm in Bristol, doing some work for a local digital agency. I've been here for three weeks now and those three weeks have exceeded any and all expectations I had on accepting the contract.
As I write this, I'm sat on a bench at a picnic table alongside the SS Great Britain looking across the floating harbour. The sky is blue with only the merest hint of fluffy cloud and the sun is warming my back. A light breeze stirs the weeds between the cobblestones below and gently ruffles my hair. Some workmen at the next table are laughing and joking and the noise from the construction nearby is barely audible over my music and the hum of the Matilda of Bristol's engine as she putters in to the side to pick up a passenger before moving off again.
A picture may be worth a thousand words but there isn't a camera in the world—nor are there enough words—to fully describe the myriad of details that make this moment in this place so perfect.
Life is short and moments like this frustratingly few and far between. Sometimes the most important thing is to stop.
Take a breath.
Do whatever it takes to be fully in the moment.
It really is a beautiful world.