Poor Winter Solstice.
Unlike its warm counterpart, winter is not greeted joyfully, but with groans and sighs. Hunkering down for the winter, preparing for the onslaught of snow and cold.
I guess I'm just as bad as everyone else (except the skiers and Jayson). I hate driving in the snow. Shoveling snow. Having to warm up my car. Bundling up.
So when I looked out the window this morning and saw the ground was covered, I grimaced and grabbed a broom. I reminded myself that last week I told the Big Guy it would be okay if it snowed some other time, just please spare our family gathering in Columbus. He did. So now I needed to shut my pie hole, suck it up, and go clean off the porch steps and find my newspaper.
It was still dark-ish out. And quiet. So very quiet. I just stood on the porch for a few minutes. It must not be too cold, because I could hear the drip drip of the stuff melting off the roof. That, and a few cars on the main street whooshing by.
I paused and took stock.
All we get are moments. At least, that's what I believe. Happiness doesn't come to us, it's something that lives inside, something we tap into. So much we cannot control, it's just pointless to try.
On my porch this morning, looking out across my little lawn, I enjoyed a few moments of peace. A slice of happiness in just being.
Fine, roll your eyes if you must, tell me I'm going all woo-woo again. I don't care.
I was just giving my props to Winter. We may not always be on the friendliest of terms, but He does have something about him, and if I choose to, I can appreciate his style.
Until I have to scrape his leavings off my car.
P.S. Bonus points if you can spot my newspaper on the lawn in the photo above.
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