Stepping outside into the 55F sunshine is like stepping into the memory of spring--except for the two and a half feet of snow on the ground. It seems impossible that it will all melt, there is just so much of it. It will surely take a miracle of heat and light. Each year I am astonished when it comes.
A and I took L outside to play. He rode his scooter for an hour in the afternoon sunshine--the moon was out, too! I love when that happens: the sun and moon both shining together. He didn't want to go back inside when the time came, but the sun was going down, and the air began to feel like winter again. I had to carry him into the house and nurse away his sorrow on the couch.
Then the mail came, and tucked in with the bills was a sweet token of friendship to brighten our spirits:
Thank you, Kortney!
Simple gifts are best by far, evening moon and morning star.
