Saturday was cool but beautiful with the wind speed at less than half the rate of the day before. Randa and I picked up the winter’s scattering of branches and spruce cones, stacked them in a pile and set the pile on fire. Even toasted marshmallows over the bed of coals.
Easter Sunday was a day of dismal weather: gray and chilly. The day started with drizzle and shifted to snow in late morning, concluding with a light freeze overnight. Today finds us with chilly breeze and scattered breaks of sunlight. Such is the nature of nature in this section of the world. Ups and downs in weather, news, and other views of things.
It’s not unusual in life that some downturn accompanies each lifting: the clear sky sunrise with sub-freezing temperatures, unseasonable warmth with romping storm. There is little gain of this earth that does not bring with it some disadvantage, some attached care or concern, some moment of pain.
On the flip side, it’s a rare day of gloom that does not have with it some glimmer of light. There is beauty even in the storm and the hovering mist on a winter’s day tells us there are places in our life that are warmer than the cutting chill. We have both and choose our own focus. Except for witnessing darkness, we could not define light.