quiet evening

At home with me and mine. A lovely tranquil night full of the aromas of home cooking, a stew bubbling on the oven.

Went walking around the town today and saw an adorable pug, 2 really cute Chinese American kids with their dad who was carrying what looked like a very large rubber rug, and a white man working as the hostess of a small Vietnamese restaurant.

It's the lulls like this that remind me I'm lucky to be alive, to be breathing and sleeping and thinking and worrying, anxious over the state of the world but also happy to be an active participant.

Friday evenings are the best because you know that the weekend possibilities are endless.