It was an unseasonably warm December day with clear skies and a blindingly bright sun. We went outside in no more than a t-shirt and were comfortable. I relished the miraculous beauty of the morning, soaking it into my memory for the day that the weather will inevitably change to the appropriate, frigid grayness of winter. I sighed deeply and smiled contentedly.
My sigh was echoed by my daughter as she spun in a circle on the driveway. “Doesn’t even feel like winter out here, Mom. Maybe we aren’t going to have snow for Christmas this year. Can we go to the park?” …
to continue reading, go HERE.
Follow, like, and share all over the web
