In most epochs, throughout human history,
And in many places in the world today,
My simple life would be recognized as the pure
indulgence and rich luxury that it is.
Late summer, in a house cooled by the quirks of evaporation,
Sitting before an ancient Greek stage of a big screen with surround sound,
Encircled by healthy children,
Enjoying the high and spectacular drama of J.R.R. Tolkien, as imagined by Peter Jackson,
Sipping seasonal, locally brewed raspberry beer.
Looking forward to an evening of friends who relish ideas,
who will sit down together for a meal of sweet and hot Thai,
And who will leave my home with renewed passions and energy.
In most epochs of human history,
And in most places in the world today,
My existence would be recognized as the sweet, luxurious, Epicurean indulgence,
That it is.