Seat Of Life

Last week, I had a lovely party on one of those lush, green, misty summer afternoons. The, house was filled with good friends in celebration of my first year of sobriety, and my dad's visit. I was maneuvering food plates around the kitchen and talking to a girlfriend, when someone said to me, "That's such a beautiful chair." I looked over to the corner of the living room, and there it was, unoccupied. My little antique winged-back burgundy brocade chair and its matching footstool. All I saw, in that moment, was the chair and the green mountains behind it.