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.
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?
