This morning from the corner of the couch I marveled at a woman on TV stopped on the streets in New York.
“What are you doing out here?” a news reporter inquired, equally bundled as her interviewee for the blizzard conditions.
“It’s a beautiful day!” was the woman’s enthusiastic response as wind rushed into her face on a sub-freezing winter morning. Her smile beamed across the screen. She also remarked that she had no power or heat and that she was out to get some eats.
Her attitude of gratefulness permeated the frigid scene and our living room. What an inspiration to see color — even if muted — in a dark landscape, to see the good, the gift of life — in spite of cold reality.
It’s a beautiful day, indeed.