Yesterday it was pouring rain when I left a friend’s house. I got drenched again running from the car to my front door. Once inside, I stripped off wet clothes, lit candles in every room, put on the tea kettle, and ran a hot bath.
After a luxurious soak, I tied my bathrobe around my waist, put spaghetti on to cook, and poured myself a glass of wine.
Outside, rain drummed on the windowpane. Inside, a flickering candle illuminated the cheery yellow of chrysanthemums, highlighting them against the jewel purple of the hand towel hanging nearby.
This, I thought to myself. This moment of happiness, this tiny joy. This.