The morning after the holiday, there is a small package at the farmhouse - the light dusting of frost on it might tell that it did not come through the mail. But it's marked for Phil.

Inside is a set of cufflinks, their distinguishing feature being the polished sea glass that they show off. Yet, it's different - clear melded with light green and blue, and a thin streak of brown, colors merged in a way that is both deliberate and pure chance. They aren't identical, but they complement each other.

And a note, folded in the back.

Happy Givingstide.
-F