Harmonies blending perfectly around the holiday table as each sings their long-rehearsed part from time immemorial.
Sitting at the piano in a dark room, the wood burning stove filling the space with a red glow and a chestnut odor, while the notes mingle in comforting syncopation with the crackling of the fire inside and the raindrops on the tin roof outside.
The content vibrating cat on the lap; the imploring eyes of the dog who longs to explore the outdoors.
The newly discovered seed that broke through the soil into the new moon light; the recently planted flower which raises its head into the morning sun.
The once somewhat irritating but now so sweet sound of kids screaming as they chase each other around the circular corridor.
The huge map of the world that watches over the shelf laden with adventure books situated beneath it.
All these scenes pass before my eyes and yearning swells in my heart for all I have been granted. As the long-forgotten roar of the boat fills my ears and the immense ocean fills my vision, I pray I would never take home for granted again.