My Mother's neighbor is a pianist, so every morning when I visit we wake up to her rehearsing. On a particular Saturday morning like today my Mom  knits and I draw flowers, and we can stay like this for many hours.  It is sunny and warm outside, and for a strange reason her dog is not barking .  The occasional helicopter flies above the neighborhood and I ask my Mom if she thinks the police is looking for another drug lord; she raises her eyebrows not knowing the answer. Today feels so peaceful even when tomorrow morning Otto, my dog, will die unexpectedly.  Calm could feel suspicious sometimes, but its definitely good to slow down for a moment and enjoy my Mother while we are still kind of young.