The windows are open in the house.
The sunlight of a breezy May evening tosses branch- and leaf-shaped shadows across the books along my shelves.
No matter what concerns exercised my heart and mind this week, a great beautiful day has arisen in these last few hours.
The decision to postpone dinner until I had sat with the day, its quiet and the bold Lord of its hopes was taken at first, I confess, hesitantly.
I have these words, though, now and I offer them for what they say of sudden comfort and surprise.