Skies this morning, not too cold. The river and brook are half frozen. I worked a bit on my poem before going, and in the woods, it worked in my head. My mood was exceptional today. The grumble resolved, and I felt enthusiasm without effort. I felt cheerful without effort. I cleaned up clutter and did every chore with energy. I wrapped a few gifts and put a batch of cookie dough into the fridge to chill. I arranged the flowers for Christmas and decorated with pine branches. Everything made me happy today. Not the news. But everything in my home, the reflection of trees in the brook, especially and the snow feathers I found, and the few dear friends we gathered safely with by an outdoor fire in masks while our toes froze because we needed to be together for an hour, in person. And my youngest is in the house for Christmas.