We have such a beautiful life here. I don't always appreciate it. It is like sunlight streaming through a window on an autumn afternoon. It happens everyday, but it just strikes me every once and a while... I glance up from my book and noticed the sunny warm spot on the floor... The dust particles caught in the light... Little golden sparks... soft. I wish I could always appreciate it that much, so much that I forget my book and curl up in that warm spot on the floor, closing my eyes for a time.