I was trudging through snow drifts and slush puddles today with a frown on my face, my hands jammed in my pockets and my shoulders hunched forward. As I crossed Park Avenue, I heard children laughing and squealing with excitement as they ran full tilt toward Central Park with their sleds tucked under their arms. As they passed me, I looked up and saw the sun shining and I started to smile. My shoulders relaxed, my frown melted away and I couldn’t help but laugh. Seeing this probably helped too!
The sight of those children and the tower of snow-covered cans reminded me to appreciate the little joys and to savor the pure happiness that can be felt while catching snowflakes on my tongue. Happy snow day!