God today BaBoo has time to relax outside

 God, today BaBoo finally has a moment to breathe.

After days filled with noise, schedules, and endless to-dos, today is different. The sun is warm, the breeze is gentle, and for once, time isn’t chasing him. BaBoo sits outside, just watching the sky unfold — wide, blue, endless. The grass beneath him feels real, grounding. There are no screens, no alerts, no one calling his name. Just the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling like soft whispers from heaven.

He takes a slow breath, deeper than usual. It feels like the first real one in a while. There’s a cup of tea in his hand, still warm. And for the first time this week — maybe even this month — it doesn’t go cold before he finishes it.

This moment isn’t dramatic. There’s no grand event, no fireworks, no life-altering revelation. It’s just peace. And yet, it feels like a miracle.

BaBoo thinks of how rare these moments are. How easy it is to forget to pause. But here, under the open sky, he remembers that it’s okay to slow down. That rest is not wasted time. That even God, after six days of creation, stopped — and called it holy.

So BaBoo closes his eyes and whispers a quiet thank you. Not for anything huge, just for now. For time to be still. For a breath that doesn’t rush. For the warmth on his face. For the stillness in his chest.

God, today BaBoo has time to relax outside. And it is enough.