I could be sad that it is cold. Warm summer evenings on the porch are a mere memory as we scurry from the door and down the steps.
The leaves have fallen to a crisp blanket of brown on the lawn. Instead, I will choose to enjoy the outline of the tree limbs etched like an intricate hand of lace against the gray blue sky. Black lace I call it...all so marvelously woven.
What have you found today that you can choose to enjoy?