Friday night, I took the dog out and scooted through the snow. Warmer temps had begun to melt the snow some, making it airier. As I kicked it, it dusted my boots. I wore my barn jacket, flapping open, but probably didn’t need to. It was so much warmer, right around freezing. I relished scooting in the quiet moonlit world. I savored my contentment.
I’m taking my happiness into work early today. Getting a head start. Maybe it will make for a better Tuesday. If not, at least it’s supposed to snow again tomorrow.