Sitting outside, in the sunshine, amid the bird song, it’s easy to wonder if this is too enjoyable – somehow cheating. Like all thoughts, this is a thing to notice but to let go of. Come back to the breathing, back to the centre, back to the silence. When I set on the hammock, if I close my eyes I notice a gentle back and forth rocking that evaporates if I open my eyes again. Is the rocking imaginary, or too minuscule to otherwise notice? It doesn’t matter. Just notice, then let go.