|the beauty of an ordinary day|
Today I´m happy. Nothing new –or great- has happened: I´ve awakened soon and have worked all day long at home, I prepared a quick meal, and keep on reading e-mails and my students papers, had a tea and get a bit angry because I hadn´t updated the blog, it was thirty past nine, had a neck ache and couldn´t find a single pleasant thought or feeling inside me… and in spite of all this, I´m happy
Because this dull day has been in fact, an awesome day. It never will come again with all its simple grace made of soft light and warm sheets, boiling water and meowing cats, words dancing like little soldiers along the paper, chicken and cauliflower, a warm scarf and a pair of chocolate cookies, greetings from friends, mementos scattered around the house, old plates and checked tablecloths, familiar voices, things to do, dreams that I still can achieve...
They seem to be footnotes in the book of my life but… who knows?, maybe the life lies in the margins