I see the pale winter sky through a bare window.
I hear the beautiful music of guitarist Ottmar Liebert, a song called "Letting Go." This late in the morning, the children are still sleeping, enjoying the second morning of a very brief mid-winter break from school.
I smell the indulgence of a third cup of steaming black coffee. I taste the intense flavor of a dark cherry, still slightly frozen and still bursting with mid-summer freshness.
It is so tempting sometimes to focus on what is bleak and difficult, especially in these gray winter days. And yet, as I sit here in my quiet house, I feel rich beyond measure.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you an abundance of beauty and love in your days.