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I woke up this morning with a bit of a headache. Normally this would annoy me but then I realized that not everyone has the oppourtunity to drain a quart of Wild Turkey before bed every night. Glory be, I am thankful.

The air was crisp as I left my plush, well-lit apartment. The fresh snow was crunchy under my inadequate footwear but I was optimistic that I wouldn’t slip on the ice and injure myself. I felt bad to think of all the precious snowflakes that I was so carelessly crushing under my feet. Each one an individual creation of nature, each one unique never to be created again. Each footstep crushed my soul.

Along my walk I stopped to look at a little bush that was laden with snow. My heart ached to think of this defenseless bush, unable to remove the crushing load of snow from it’s branches. I spent a few moments trying to decide if I should clear the snow… “but what if I harm the little snowflakes?”

I took off my scarf and gently brushed the delicate snowflakes from each of the frozen, fleshy leaves. 20 minutes later the job was complete. I was so full of joy that tiny frozen tears ran down my face. Glory be, I am thankful.

I greeted my fellow commuters and we exchanged tidings and good wishes, on this, a fine Monday morning. Glory be, we were all thankful. Thankful to just be alive and breathe the fresh air. I arrived at my place of work and greeted everyone warmly, I inquired as to the adequacy of their weekends.

Warm laughs were shared as my fellow workers shared stories of their families and volunteer work in the community. Glory be, I am thankful to be surrounded by such good people. Yes today was a good day. So was yesterday and so, I am sure, will be tomorrow. Glory be, I am thankful.

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