The day started foggy, frozen crystals of frost clinging to every limb and branch. But by mid-day the sun was blazing and the sky shone blue and delicate white clouds passed over.
How often do we get days like this in December? In Indiana? The answer? Very rarely.
And so, today I’m grateful for the blue in the sky. I’m thankful for the white of the clouds. I appreciate the summer-like day in the waning month of the year. It was a wonderful gift I received graciously.