Space

I return home to empty space.  I am struck by the lack of noise, activity, light.  It is dark and comfortable, cozy when I light the fire.  My things are everywhere, in their place right where I left them.  The walls are the color I chose for them. There is a full moon that lights half the house when the lights are out.  My bed is cozy and warm with a comforter and cover given to me by people who love me.  It is peaceful.  I am happy.  I relish these moments; when I can look at my life, my surroundings, and wonder "how did I get so lucky?"