Today I am happy for liquid glass,
and reading books to un-amused cats,
and furry sweaters with upside-down owls,
and drying my hands on clay dusty towels.
Today I am happy for gray winter skies,
and nods from friends I see passing by,
and pickle ball scores confusing to say,
and sugar-white snow blown along the way.
Today I am happy for morning alarms,
and music to listen to stretching my arms,
and warm places to study and sleep,
and writing new words that I get to keep.