But, back to gratitude. When I got outside after work, it felt like a spring day. The sun was shining, and there was a wind blowing. However, it wasn't one of those arctic blasts that have been the norm for the past three months. No, it was a pretty warm wind, and it smelled like melt. Slush. Mud even. I actually took my time walking to my vehicle so that I could enjoy that small reminder of the green months to come.
I am grateful for those few moments today. Sunshine. Wind. The promise of spring and summer.
That's all Saint Marty's got today. The hope of something better.
|The promise of something beautiful|