As I drove down the mountain to my Death-By-TRX workout this morning, I rejoiced.
The sun was casting rays in an early-morning, almost-sideways slant, from the east (of course), sliding down from the pass. I looked toward it in a light snow, and saw one of my very favorite sights: horizontal sunlight illuminating each tiny flake so they look as if God is dropping sequins from heaven.
Oh, yea. This is a GOOD day. Enjoy yours.