What bliss

To gather the clan
to give thanks,
to howl
and love.

To fast,
to feast,
to speculate
and to tell stories from the field about our speculations.

A weekend passed in good company
with only one incident of vehicle vs snow
and one clear time of “we will all go to our separate laptops to recover”
and a larder full of leftovers
and now quiet.

Quiet, aye, and warmer and fuller with more beautiful pages in my book of days.