I saw a turtle with its shell against the sun—soaking in the pleasantries that drifted along the mellow winds. The turtle's little head was held high, eyes closed—not in smugness—but in full contentment. I wished to be that unbothered as I walked by hastily, even though I had no destination impatient for my arrival. The turtle on the rock by the rippling water gave me hope, something to look forward to—that I too could be that content if I allowed myself to be, with my head held high, and no worries to speak of. So I continued my walk at a slower pace and the turtle continued to sunbathe in bliss.