Fresh

There was a quality to this morning’s air that I could only describe as “clean.” A starry night had put a thin coating of frost over the outdoor surface, which brilliant sunshine was sweeping away with warmth.

A sunny winter day
A sunny winter day

Involuntarily, my breathing deepened, my lungs demanded I take in as much as I could.

The chickadees sang in approval. A robin called enthusiastically from a tall, leafless tree. Woodland scents were back in the air, and the persistent dreariness of the past few weeks was suddenly washed away. This was NOT spring, I reminded myself. Far from it. Instead it was a glorious winter day, one I promised myself I would appreciate and enjoy.

What sort of day do you find refreshing?

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