a glorious day

After many days of feeling drowned by the pouring rain and my own tears, I have spent today relishing in the simple pleasures of a glorious day. Just as I was leaving the apartment to go pick up my newly bought 5 x 4 foot oil painting (which is such a joy in itself), the snowflakes started to fall. In Georgia, it is hard to differentiate a snow flurry from trash flying wildly in the air, and so it took a few moments before I realized that indeed these were tiny white flakes of the mystery that is called “snow”. I have spent the past several months, wishing and praying to look out the window and find a world bathed in white. And though the world is certainly not white now, I found myself filled with childish excitement and pure bliss as the flakes landed in my hair. So as I drove home, with my enormous painting of naked women being embraced filling the back of my car, and my windshield being pelted by Nature’s sprinkling of miniature pieces of happiness, I literally squealed in delight. One day, and two precious gifts…what a glorious day it has been.