I faced another bone-chilling morning. I gathered my things, trying to get out the door a few minutes early. I expected a layer of frost I would have to scrape off the windshield and back window of the car. I dreaded the task.
I stepped outside to a blast of cold, but I was surprised as I approached the car. I didn’t see any icy whiteness.
My eyes were drawn up to a dark but clear blue sky, the stars scattering their brightness across the expanse. The crescent moon and a single bright star hung suspended in the lacy frame of the bare branches of the maple trees.
My expectations for the day changed in an instant. Finding such beauty, how could I feel anything less than utter gratitude?