I am sitting at my DIY desk looking out at my patio. The irises are budding and the carpenter bees are dancing in the air. I have instrumental music quieting my soul and a soft candle wafting the air. The keyboard under my fingertips play their own music and the breeze sifting in from the screen door is soft on my face.
In the confusion that a virus is wreaking, I can enjoy the blessings of the simple things.
What are you grateful for?