I just stood on my patio in bare feet, soaking up the sun and feeling as though I am on vacation in another state. Just days ago the wind chill here had to have been at 4 or 5 degrees. I mean, it was cold. Now it is fifty degrees, and in Minnesota that is verging on shorts and flipflop weather. I can see sunroofs open on many cars, and I have the patio door open as well. Fresh air. What a novelty.
As I'm sitting here I realize, once again, that it is the small things in life that give the most joy. Good conversation, a note from a friend that I haven't heard from in a while, looking forward to an upcoming event, a cup of good coffee. These are things that cost little but reward much.