Some days you don't need a road sign

We were fogged in all day yesterday; the views from the dining room were completely opaque, as if we'd pulled down pale gray shades to shut out the world.

The food was delicious, the company delightful, the laughter frequent -- and through it all were woven strands and stories of past thanksgivings, past shared meals, and family no longer present -- though they were there in memories, in the china, in the copper-pipe candelabra my husband's father made so many years ago...

Some days you don't need a road sign to realize how pleasant life can be...