THE TABLE

There is always room for one more seat at the table.
Some things find their place at the table slowly.
A plate chosen because its flowers were beautiful. A glass kept because of the way it caught the afternoon light. A recipe made often enough that no one remembers when it first became tradition.
Here, the beautiful things are not saved from living.
They become beautiful because they were lived with.

Among all the things we keep, sometimes one small detail asks us to look twice...

And sometimes, what we notice follows us.

