The decision is local. Here in San Francisco, I walk Ocean Beach. It was a brilliantly bright & warmday. I was not alone and all pebbles appeared relaxed and open to their journey.
I'm never alone on the beach. Never alone in the kitchen. Whatever/however/with whomever you celebrate, I trust you did. Eat well & write.
As if in a wandering dream, the merchant awoke to the sound of pots banging
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to which he had retired some days ago.
Behold the warmth of a kitchen in full swing, he thought.