We are experiencing an unseasonable warm spell in our nation's capital this week. All trace of Jonas has disappeared, the sun is shining, and we are venturing out free of the mittens, boots, and hats more typical of February in D.C. But rather than simply soak up the sun in good humor, the pessimistic weather wimp within me is scanning the forecast for the inevitable plummet back into the cold reality of this traditionally bleak month.
Too often this is the pattern of we fall into: refusing to accept fleeting moments of beauty, joy, and ease when they come our way. We revisit fond memories and eagerly anticipate plans and dreams for the future, but we are reluctant to embrace the small pleasures right in front of us.
Today I will do my part to appreciate small gifts when and where I can. This 50 degree day is not the tropical island escape of last month, nor is it the bliss of the Spring to come, but it is here for us to enjoy today. And I shall!