Just a lucky moment on a quiet Friday morning after Thanksgiving.

A bit foggy outside, sun just starting to poke through, just after nine o’clock,

Mozart’s Piano Concerto #21 wafting through the house, two radios on in both ends of the hall, music welcoming the day,

A small portion of ravioli & fresh focaccia just warmed up sits in front of me on the counter, a glass of cold brew coffee next to the leftover container,

My body warming slowly through the morning stiffness, hopeful for a good day ahead, maybe even intent on making it good,

Just a moment I’m grateful for,

Grateful for.