I am grateful for the beautiful things in my life.

The beautiful things in a life are rarely the expensive ones. A chipped mug that fits your hand. The particular angle of light in one room at one hour. A jumper worn soft.

Beauty gets confused with expense and with novelty, which is why people go looking for it abroad and walk straight past it at home. Most of yours is within twenty feet of where you are sitting, and has been for years, quietly failing to announce itself.

Name three of them without getting up.