On weekend mornings Pearl and I have a little ritual. I brew coffee while she’s having her breakfast and then we head to the sunroom to watch the light return. On the way to the kitchen I’ve already turned on the music. I know that the air I need is a mixture of oxygen, nitrogen and some other rare gases but for me one more ingredient is needed: music, preferably classical which Pearl enjoys as well. This morning it’s Dvorak’s Stabat Mater. After her breakfast she joins me for this adoration of life and the beauty that is there for us as we choose to see and enjoy. Above, the return of early, warm light on the nearby woods through a garden room window. I am at peace but feel ebullient about the day ahead … the caffeine, no doubt, but the total experience makes it worthwhile for having gotton up.