I wrote a long, sad post to go with this shot. Then I read it. Then I deleted it. The shot is enough, I think.
I try to be positive. I do! And I still see the good in life, despite the constant clouds. But I’ve noticed that the good things that I appreciate are getting smaller and simpler. When clouds are your constant companion, the smallest shaft of light is bright.
A good cup of coffee.
A chickadee on the porch railing.
Toast landing butter side up.
One red tomato on the window sill.
And that’s just so far this morning!
From this difficult time I have learned to appreciate simple, small pleasures. And that’s a good thing, too.
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