A Beautiful Moment

I'm sitting on the comfy couch at Ben's house. There's a new, warm-colored, striped rug at my feet, and lots more shiny wood floor in view with the old rug gone away. The real Christmas tree in the corner looks all sparkly and homey and beautiful. The presents under it await opening. The candles flicker and the lamps glow softly. A warm blanket and a warm laptop rest on my lap. I have good company and hot tea.

I am writing a long public relations campaign on Final Exams Eve. Yet even these cannot make life less beautiful in this moment.