It's now, right now. In a little while it will be something else - the butterfly resting on the blade of grass will have flown away, the blackbird will have returned to its nest, the sun will briefly flicker across the field of bluebells. It won't be better, or not as good, it will just be different. So now is the time to stop walking, to feel the cool spring air on our cheeks, to listen to all the muffled sounds and admire the extraordinary colours. We must stay here as long as we can, not waiting for anything in particular - in fact, it would be the opposite. Just stay here, doing our best to perceive the countless riches of the moment: the small movements of the blue tit looking for food, the rays of sunlight briefly shining through the branches, the rustle of the still dry bracken leaves as a blackbird searches for worms. Everything is perfect. Nothing more is needed for this moment to feel complete.