This morning I snuggled in bed, the warmth of the quilt and my doggie lulling me into temporary laziness. It felt good to have the nippy air on my face while the warmth of the blankets wrapped me in a cocoon.
Finally,though, I braved the cold air.
I smiled at her maneuver, laughed and got up.
Of course I could get firestarters from Wal-Mart . . . and I do use them in an emergency.
Of course I could stack up piles of kindling for easier grabbing in the morning. I do that too for the winter months when the forest is under snow or damp from weeks of rain.
I marvel at the maples and fir trees.
I suppose I could have felt dread for the cold winter months to come, but all I felt this morning was gratitude.
I was alive.
My legs could walk and my eyes could see.
I was given the gift of a perfect morning.Follow on