We wake to snow. Just a dusting on the hills and the rooftops, but snow, nonetheless. We were warned by the evening weather forecast so it’s not a complete surprise, and it won’t stick around so there’s nothing to grumble about.
It’s amusing, more than anything.
I look up at the pale blue sky that’s dotted with clouds but promises sunshine later, and my eyes are drawn to a tiny area of golden hue that takes my breath away. Surprise! it says. Here’s a little gift for you.
And another day ripe with pockets of wonder and delight begins.
The last snow . . . perhaps?
I saw a pocket of wonder looking into the face of a hibiscus bloom this morning before my painful eye treatment.