My mind wanders as a fox watches me from the clifftop and a shower of meteorites zips across the sky.

Each time the mind wanders, gently bring it back to that same point of focus -the rising and falling sensation of the breath.

But also, for me, this feeling comes because my mind wanders so much.

For a second my mind wanders to the thought of those bits of cloth covering plaques in new buildings before they are declared open.

Your mind wanders to your social life as you want to pack in lots of fun.