Savoring the good even if it is as humble as a beautifully knitted pair of socks  

 ODE TO MY SOCKS by Pablo Neruda

‘Maru Mori brought me a pair of socks which she knitted with her own sheepherder hands, two socks as soft as rabbits.    I slipped my feet into them as if they were two cases knitted with threads of twilight and the pelt of sheep…..’

 Read the whole poem at: http://www.kariberit.net/files/Ode-to-my-socks.pdf