Here in the quiet.
the sun slanting across the floors in the living room
the giggly, goofy boys flopping their way to sleepytown (and the wreck of a room)
the scientific fire I finally got started, glowing in the grate and warming my toes
a sleepy girl tucked in under her blanket fort in the kitchen.
“Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.” ~Mary Oliver