I took this photo a couple of Sundays ago. Coffee was in the mug. The table was sitting outside our front door in a place that it does not normally live. The night before friends had been over for dinner and we had moved the table to escape the wind. I still hadn’t returned the table to its usual home.

Unlike the evening before, the morning was still, no wind. I’d opened our sliding doors to air the house and just sat at the table with my coffee, looking out on our front garden, the ocean in the distance. The quietness of the scene rested me.

…and it still does as I look at the photograph and remember that morning.