Sitting and listening, I've learned something. I've learned to appreciate the now.
It's not as easy as it sounds. When I look out the window now, it's rainy and windy and cold. But I appreciate it. I've learned to like the crisp drops on my face and the way the wind sneaks through the gaps in my jacket and chills me. It's fascinating.
Winter will come soon and the muffled snow will fall. I marvel at that quiet.
But right now, I hear the wet leaves struggling to stay pasted to my car as the wind fights to ply them loose and send them swirling. Autumn rains patters different than rains in April or July. It's sharp and crisp as it pings the window.
"Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth."
We may not see winter. Summer is but a memory. Enjoy now.