Late in the day, I noticed the puddles had gone clear and steady. The tiny waves of expanding drip circles ceased. I grabbed my shoes, and hesitated, camera in hand. Would it rain? I decided to walk fast and hurry home if necessary. Taking my chances, I headed out the door into the misty evening.
The road was a shimmering ribbon, and I found myself smiling into the beauty that surrounded me.
I would be willing to live through yet another month of winter, because this. is. next.
It's the weekend. Get out the door. You'll find a way...and when you're out there, maybe you'll find yourself too. (And remember to say thanks.)