One can't always be certain.

I’m living in a movie scene today. From Dr. Zhivago. Snow. Snow. Snow everywhere.  Yes, it’s springtime. For three weeks now. I’m no longer in balmy Sardinia. But still, I am in paradise.  Believe me. I love life. Doesn’t matter whether it’s a sunny Mediterranean beach.  Or snowy Minnesota. It’s all the same. An opportunity to savor the moment. To taste the snow. With my body, mind and soul.  Knowing that April (snow) showers bring May flowers. Usually. One can’t always be certain.  But no matter. I’ll make the best of it. –Jim Broede