Without complaining.

I awakened this morning to a thin layer of snow. On the ground. On the tree branches. And although I wish for a balmy, sunny day, I’ll accept this. Even on April 16 or May 16 or June 16. Because I have no choice. I can’t control the weather. And so, I am bringing myself to appreciate snow and cold. Even at this relatively late date. It’s beautiful. Idyllic. And I’ll even go bicycling soon. Wearing a winter coat and a choker and a cap and mittens. Without griping. Without complaining. –Jim Broede