Yesterday I noticed it was suddenly sunny after a mostly grey day, so I grabbed my camera and ran to my neighborhood duck pond. As I suspected, all was picturesque. See for yourself.
I recently resolved to be receptive to the positives of my grueling commute. Excuse my excessive puns, but the most glaring of these bright sides has been the literal one.
For almost a decade, I haven’t needed any groundhog’s opinion on the matter: the way I knew that spring was coming was through the lacrosse season. But this year is turning out to be quite a different experience.