Around the picnic table, the light country breeze bringing about whiffs of fragrant coffee caught between laughter and light-hearted conversations. The tall stalks in the field sway, unrestrained, as though in a dance. The cornbread is warm in my hands as I sit patiently waiting for the orange hues in the sky to reach its full form. Soon enough, the sun comes up behind the horse stables, welcoming another bright day. As I look around at my family, shadows on their faces disappearing with the rising of the sun, there is an overwhelming feeling of thankfulness for that very moment, every one that follows, and every one that has passed……
