This morning, I notice that perhaps I make myself a cup of tea less for the tea and more for the time it takes the water to boil. Pausing, I have a chance to notice how I am, what the trees look like today, to savor the heat of the stove.
I am grateful this morning that fairy tales are only fairy tales.
Also, for Neil Gaiman, whose birthday it is, and is one of the few souls who knows what a good story is worth.
No comments:
Post a Comment