Today there was some very difficult news from the family. It's funny how news like that turn you into someone else in an instant. Like adding on a room to your house. I shared the news with a couple of trusted friends, but by the end of the day I just wanted to sit quietly, socialize and not talk about it anymore.
At the neighborhood pub, there were friendly faces and other things to talk about. With a part of my awareness I noticed how the amber light in the pub was reflecting around the room; bottles, mirrors, even the varnished walnut surface of the bar seemed to participate. The light seemed to penetrate these items, and when it came out, it was thick and rich and it seemed to be spreading warmth to all of us.
At home, I kept the lights low and started cooking. Usually I have music on, but I left it quiet last night so I could focus on the warmth of my home and the elemental tasks of cooking. Through all of this, the difficult news was still there, but so was the magic; reflected light, friendly faces and the feel of my knife chopping an onion.
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