Reading on the porch with the sound of the street in the background is a simple joy most people outgrow by mistake.

Things get outgrown by accident far more often than by decision. Nobody chooses to stop reading outside with the noise of the street going on around them. It just quietly drops off the list somewhere around the time life gets busy, and nothing takes its place, and years later you cannot say when it stopped. Losing it was never actually a preference.

Do it once this week on purpose. Then keep a short list of the simple things you like, and protect the one you can feel yourself drifting away from.