Last night at 5:10, I was finishing up dinner prep and looked out my kitchen window.
The sun was just starting to set over the horizon.
I opened up the back screen door, breathed in the view, and murmured a quiet
I think that groundhog was right … spring’s coming fast this year, people.
Okay, sure, we may have one or two more wintry events, but I always just picture God sweeping off his back porch of the last remnants of the white powdery stuff.
Before we know it, that sun will get higher and warmer.
The air will feel so light and comforting that we’ll open up the windows to let it in.
Songs will start playin’ on the radio that make us feel like teenagers again …
and we’ll crank the volume.