*the magic of static sparks in the dark
(winter's version of fireflies)
*sock lint (I realize how seldom we wear socks!)
*that jet lag means that even when dog-tired from small people who rise early, I may still be wide awake Christmas shopping online come bedtime...
*the fun of tromping through a field of papery poplar leaves, watching Eden learn to lift her knees and kick foot-fuls as she goes
*the sink into quiet during stretches of cool, grey days
*traces of my parents in the mornings: a kitchen that smells like coffee and newspapers sectioned on the table
My eyes are tired, but it's good to be home this week...
(the other home)