Choices

I hit “publish” on my previous post and stand up. With an empty coffee mug in one hand and a sleepy Yorkie in the other, I turn toward the window. Then my jaw drops. Literally.

“Are you kidding?” I mumble to no one.

Fat white feather-like snowflakes are falling. The roofs of the houses in our cul de sac and the street is white. Oh, hello, winter.

Wasn’t it just yesterday I declared that it felt like spring? Didn’t I see people out and about wearing shorts? Wasn’t I planning on wearing Capri pants this morning to go for a pedicure? Snow? Really?

But as quickly as shock overtook me it melts into amusement. This won’t last. The white will probably be gone before lunchtime. And it is kind of pretty after all.

Choice made.

Give in to the first feeling of “ugh” and let it set a tone for the day or look for delight and go with what flows. This time I choose the latter, and to celebrate I publish a second blog post just because I can.

It’s a beautiful world even when it seems upside down.