Yes, this is enough

Out in the early morning, just before the early sun climbs the mountain and reflects itself on the snow caps opposite, I bring with me a mug of tea.   Despite the panorama almost too beautiful to contemplate, I close my eyes:  the bell call of the great-tit and the soft call of the bullfinch, a hundred points of birdsong like stars all around, a woodpecker to the right and a cuckoo to the left, a cowbell from on high and a cockerel in the valley below, the gargle of crows who come and go, a visiting donkey who revs up his squeeze-organ for a honk and a holler which bridges the mountains.

Life accepts to touch down here.
Breathing returns to base
It is enough.