I was going to say I’m thankful for snow in the forecast–just a little snow, enough to be pretty. But forecasts have shifted and snow doesn’t look likely for Seattle. I can be envious of the folks to the north, and, if they want, they can be envious of the weather here. (Nice for ducks.)
But I have plenty of other things to be thankful for:
Thankful for any rest I was able to catch.
Thankful for a safe drive up to Bellingham and back on Monday, and hoping my daughter’s trip today (into the snow!) goes well.
Thankful for breakfast with my dad.
Thankful for time with my daughter and younger son.
Thankful for cough drops, and a well-stocked freezer and pantry, so I can delay venturing into the rain for a while longer.
Thankful for the energy to rip my next poetry manuscript apart yet again, for insights on what might make it more complete, more compelling.
Open the door. Open my heart.