“Che splendido!” How splendid!
New Year’s Eve. 1:14 on a sunny afternoon. My tall doors open to the cool, 43-degree air, sun and the canal view streaming in. How delightful to sit here, cat-like, enjoying this bright winter day.
I crave light and this south-facing balcony satisfies my yearning. Doors wide open, I’ll warm the house back up later.
The bubbling chicken stock has made the house smell good, though I now realize I’m flushing all the scent out with this fresh air. A fine trade.
This moment is a perfection and I made the choices to create it. I recognize my good fortune to be able to do so.
I could sit here all afternoon just feeling the sun transit the sky!
