What small pleasures did you discover this year? 

This question lends itself to listing, but I’d rather not. A list can’t do justice to that little park I found back in September, with the old tree and a perfect patch of grass – just right for cat naps  in the pause of another busy day, wind and sun caressing my back.

Nor can a list quite capture the small moments of understanding between friends. The flicker of the eyes and the imperceptible nods; silent conversations that carry across a room. The joy that here, at last, is someone who knows.

As simple as the pieces of chocolate that daily accompany my lunch, delightfully ordinary and happy, the beautiful hides somewhere between routine and repetition.To say that I discovered these pleasures would be lying. What a wonderful world it is that they found me instead.