I’m trying to look for the beauty instead of worry about the snow that has fallen and the snow and ice that is to come.
I’m not always succeeding.
I’m ready for spring.
But I suspect that somehow this winter is preparation. That without the cold and snow and ice and disrupted schedules, life would be missing something. Maybe not life today. Maybe life tomorrow. Or springtime.
How glorious spring will be after a winter like this.
Today, I seek the beauty, even if I want to grumble.