This.

I walk out of my house on a short walk with Lila.

A young woman smiles at me and shows me her basket full of small bottles of the most delicious colors.

“Would you like to buy some kombucha?”, she asks me.

​Of course I would!

She tells me a little bit about their origin and I pick one. Grapefruit and Tulsi. I ask her to choose the other one.

Then I realize that I don’t have a bag because I was just going on a walk and it may be hard to carry them.

She does not have a bag either.

A few feet away from us a man had been trimming a tree, with the help of his son.

Hearing us, he asks his son to go inside their home and get me a bag.

A few minutes later I am walking away with two gem-like little bottles full of elixir.

This.

Sometimes it’s hard for me to explain with words why I love being here.

This right there is part of it.