You could feel more.
Judge your feelings less. Worry about the those judgments…. never.
Just feel: the glow of the sun embracing each leaf, the marshmallow like perfume of the chestnut tree flowers.
Just feel: the roughness of the cement from under your feet in order to value more the frailty of the nature that surrounds you and that can shiver up all of your senses.
What if you would focus with the joy of a child on all that surrounds you, on all that makes you feel good?
No further analyzing of that… perhaps more joy would be revealed to you one minute at a time.
How are your trees perfumed like these days?