Sat beneath a hawthorn tree. A steady stream of white noise thanks to a nearby road, punctuated with various sounds arable and natural. At times I opened my eyes to observe passing creatures, to no detriment to my concentration that I could tell. A harlequin ladybird landed briefly on me. Faint glimpses of kensho, perhaps – or at least a glowing appreciation of the interconnectedness of all things. Thoughts, inevitably, but none clung to.