I felt melancholy when I set out today. Was it the Monday blues? A late-January funk? Then I remembered the gunfire I’d heard earlier. Still deer season, I missed the woods.
So I climbed into the fringe of the danger zone. I didn’t need to go far. Just a few yards in, I found reason to appreciate winter.
I cannot fake the joy of spring during the clouds of winter, but as long as I remain on the lookout, I’ll find cheer in the beauty of each day.
How about you?