First, upon waking, the quality of the light from an east-facing window, filtered through my curtains.
Second, a strong cup of coffee, mellowed with full fat cream.
Then good company and kinship and a gift of things I would have picked out myself.
The pleasure of a haircut, just the ends off,
The full heat of a summer’s day mingling with the mellowing autumnal light, and the vibrancy of changing foliage,
Dust as harvest resumes after the rains.
A warming wind blowing near dusk on a sacred hill.
A picnic supper in front of a crackling fire, beneath stars, as the waning moon rises.
Stories from Papa about the years before I had memory.
Finally, solitude in the deepening hours of the night when my thoughts are the most realised.
All in all, a good birthday.