I haven’t been keeping a tally of my moments of bliss for some time now, but one found me this morning and I had to jot it down before I forgot about it.
If I’m really honest with myself, I have to admit that winter is not my thing. It’s Generally Unpleasant and messy and cold and requires Extra Layers At All Times. But somewhere amid the white of the snow and the fresh crisp air, there is joy to be found. I take a deep breath. The air tingles all the way down. The moment is clear as the ringing of a bell. This is what it means to feel alive, and this feeling is the most valuable thing we own.
