Gratitude turns what we have into enough. —Melody Beattie
The wake was almost as big as the boat you were on. Lingering on the back deck with your phone camera, you had to capture the last of the sun’s rays fighting to get through the low hanging blue-gray clouds before the horizon hid them for the night.
The wind tangling your Orchid earrings in previously hairsprayed hair, a view of the wide-open bay leading to a seemingly endless Pacific Ocean, enduring friendships and a balmy summer night. You revel in how lucky you feel to be exactly where you are at this moment.