I'm playing 90's and 00's boy bands on my phone (loudly). My neighbors are playing with their kids outside.
The food is starting to smell good- the steam and the spices are making my kitchen smell like St. Patrick's Days I remember from growing up, when my Mom made the same meal.
I hear the neighbor's kids laughing outside, their dog running and barking, the sounds mingle with the music in my kitchen... it sounds like joy.
The warm breeze comes through my open balcony door. The sun is shining. I can feel it coming through my kitchen window. I sip my beer. It's good.
There are still good things. There are still good things. There are still good things.