Joy to the Third Degree

the pond shrouded in frozen mist

a young willow’s branches crusted with icing

I could

pass this by

focusing only on the inconveniences of driving on icy roads

a frigid morning commute

on a three-degree winter morning.

I could

dwell on warmer, longer days

ripe with color

an instant gratification of ease and comfort

life more predictable.

I could.

But I’d miss the beauty of this moment.

The joy of now.

Every minute of life has an element of sacredness.

To slow down and focus on the simple

brings fullness

joy

and satisfaction

to an otherwise cold and bleak morning.

With eyes wide open,

I stop to taste the beauty 

and the wonder

of winter.

The holiness of life.

A feast to withhold.

And I smile.

And I give thanks.

~T