Favorite Things 1
Overcast morning. All is quiet except the twittering of birds outside, heard through the slightly open bedroom window.
While stirring a pot of oatmeal, a sudden intense gratitude that I am alive to make a pot of oatmeal.
When what I am wearing is loose and comfortable, and presentable enough to leave the house without changing. Being able to slip in and out of just my shoes.
4am: when it is dark enough that the rest of the world around me still seems asleep but late enough that I know life is about to stir.