The Twelve Days of Christmas: Day 9

Thanks For A Day of Being Well

The sun was bright, and I did not shiver in its beams.

Thank you.

There was laundry, and I had the energy to fold all of it.

And now it is tucked away in my closet,

like well washed thoughts ready for the morrow.

Thank you.

Car after car filled up the freeway while I ran errands.

So many people, so many smiles, so many souls.

I could feel their hope.

Thank you.

I learned a new way to make brussel sprouts,

shaving them down to slivers

and then steaming them with onions and salt.

Thank you.

My fingers found piano keys underneath them again.

I played the Frenchman’s melody and the Canadian’s intro together in a medley,

and they didn’t seem to mind.

Neither did I.

Thank you.

The girl at the return desk kept moving in and out of a ray of sunlight,

her hair a halo as she helped customers.

Thank you.

I fed a stray cat who slipped out of the night as a four footed shadow.

Thank you.

Nine days of celebrating are not enough.

How thankful I am that there are still more days to come.

Thank you.