a few days ago I was moaning and groaning about the gray clouds, the depressing weather, the seemingly unending season of blah we've been in, well, forever.
I asked for a few things--just a few--like blue skies, like warmth, like green shoots that would blossom into crocuses. or crocus. or croci.
yesterday the temperature rose above sixty degrees, and this morning as I drove off I looked at my side yard and saw that I received exactly what I asked for.
what shall I ask for next?
a new bike? an agent for my book? unlimited super powers? I've always wanted to try being elasti-girl, just for a day . . .
go ride your bike!