The Porch, Real Joy

I'm just in from indulging in one of my late fathers fondest joys. Sitting on the porch, sipping coffee in the cool of the morning.
The mind slips and rambles away, miles away. Just free.
There's a point where a little twinge of "Time to get going and start the day, make something happen..." creeps in. I can usually squeeze in twenty more minutes of porch time before I really have to start the day.
Oh, that's good time. Nearly stolen from the working day.