A Friday evening. One of my favourite times of the week. This night has been looked forward to and now I rest and sigh and pray in gratitude for these little pleasures that have been given me. Dinner is in the oven and of course it is suitable to the occasion. A roast chicken with potatoes, carrots and onions to accompany. About to find a symphony or some sweet tunes to match the mood. And then a candle lit and a book opened and the delightful wait until the metaphorical dinner bell rings. Across from me I see a smile slowly unfurling. And from outside the window, the rain lifts up its voice.