I am sitting here drinking the perfect cup of coffee
Toast crumbs, cinnamon and sugar, are scattered across the surface of the table. Andrew Petersons’ voice drifts up from the computer. He is singing “…what is seen will pass away, what is not is going home.” I think of home. I think of the dear 94-year-old soul who went home yesterday. She is happy, I know she is.
May your day be filled with all the sweet little things that make life worth the long journey.