We who were asked to take fewer showers bit our tongues last weekend as sun and warmth pulled us all outside. And we jammed our relief--a kind of dark, distasteful secret--deep into our pockets, determined not to show it.
As I write this, a handful of vultures buzz my neighbor's treetops and a dozen robins bend earthward, listening for worms. This morning's view, against a lake no longer thick with ice, was yet another sign that spring may very well be here.
Was my hour at the lake a lavish waste, given the suffering of Nebraskans to the north and west of me? Depends who you ask, I suppose. And, while a part of me was tempted to feel guilty, I was grateful for that hour, for the way that it renewed and refilled me.
It has been a very long winter and a lot of folks are suffering right now. All the more reason to seek out the things that make us more grateful--a beautiful sky, a semi trailer filled with supplies, a stranger's hand reaching out to lift us up.
Take the sunrise when you can. Then put that light to work.
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