Ah... The joy of a perfectly cooked egg.

It's the little things in life that really get to me. I read about the awe-inspiring mountains, glorious waterfalls, the fierce bubbling spark of victory at the end of a long quest. Nothing compared to an egg boiled just right.

The white not too rubbery, but not a dribbly mess. The yolk round, substantial, yet soft and delightfully chewy. And two of them!

Let others say I am inward-looking, unaware of the larger things in life! Yes, there is much to experience, vast areas of knowledge to conquer, blah blah. At the very least no one can accuse me of not ever finding contentment. Most of us spend years chasing trophy after trophy, never pausing to marvel over the little things, like a child's' smile, the wind and the leaves, a trail of ants, or a perfectly cooked egg...