I am enormously grateful. I’m glad to have a job, glad to have good family, glad to have food and shelter.

Tonight, O and DH raced up and down the sidewalk and I stood and admired the tinge of pink in the clouds and how the cumulus clouds fronted the cirrus clouds in such a way so as to look like brush strokes.

I am also grateful to have written five poem drafts and five revisions. I’ve got more ideas to work on, too. I only have to carve the time out of my schedule to do the work.

What are you grateful for these days?