I used to keep a gratitude journal, listing five things I was grateful for each day. It's a good practice. It's an easy practice for me because I have eternal hope. I'm an optimist by nature and I search for the good. Like the beauty in those 12+ inches of snow we received on Monday.
This was actually the day after, when the sun came out. It's gorgeous, the crispness of the white snow against the deep blue of the sky. But it was also gorgeous when the snow fell--the softness of the landscape as the snowflakes feathered down and obscured sharp edges and grayed the day.
I don't always want snow. Neither the gray snowy days or the crisp blue sky snow. But I love the differences. The changes intrigue me, make me notice new things, shake up my stagnant perceptions of the physical world around me.
Right now, this is my favorite time of the year.
When spring comes, that will be my favorite time of the year.
Does that make me fickle? Or does that just make me appreciative?
How about you?