Morning

These are the first rays of the sun on our bed this morning. Each time I see these rays I am filled with wonder all over again. I have poor memory.

There was no shortage of thoughts today, especially this morning, just the time to pen them in. Bits and pieces to wrap up at work and some new projects about which I am in the dark at the moment. Loads happened really, and it might have been a better idea to backblip rather than type hazily beyond midnight. No time to process the image either.

The evening shall be remembered for the delicious, improvised recipes S tried out and the walk we took after dinner watching how each house has been decorated with lights for the season. Some are just too garish, though there are a few with quiet, elegant and personal touches.