I see morning sun, glittering on a fresh blanket of snow
I hear the tinny mechanical music of my eleven year old son's hand held video game. The rest of the house is quiet; the other children still dreaming.
I smell and taste hazelnut coffee.
The sun is dazzling. The sky clear and blue. All the world looks fresh this morning, and I feel renewed on this first Sunday in March.
Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you joy!