It looks clear and chilly
outside, temperature in the mid-20s, sunlight on things, a nice day coming, either late winter's loveliness, or early spring's.
Every morning you'll rise and find what you are looking for if you stop looking when you find it. Most of us don't, most of us want a different flavor or color or version than what we're given.
There are green shoots poking through the tulip/peony bed. There is a thick, opaque layer of frost on the windshield. Early this morning, the scene at the pond - "A Perfect Calm." Now, the surface is rippled by wind.
A great emptiness north of Fairwater - not mindfulness, but my mindlessness. My full basket of fussing over the world. The world doesn't need my fussing about it.