Glasses cover the table, as a remnant of our delayed Thanksgiving meal. The Californian uncle catches up through Skype. Eight pies at different levels of consumption, they line the buffet. Stocking-ed feet curl up on the couch, getting comfy for a picture book. Spinach puffs are just out of the oven and they descend, my eternally hungry family. For as long as I can remember, the kitchen has been our favorite hang-out place, and today the voices drift from it as usual. I introduce a cousin to MGMT's Electric Feel. She introduces me an a cappella Disney medley. Wrinkled hands hold a camera out for a grandson to see.
This peace, it surpasses all my comprehension and fills me up to the fullest.