Friday, April 27, 2012
Gratitude for the small things
It seemed extra dark this morning when I woke for my walk and sure enough when I stepped outside I discovered that it was because a thick fog was blanketing the city. Other than the terrible frizzy things it does to my hair, I adore walking in the fog. Somehow the world seems quieter, more calm. The air is cold but refreshing on my face and the scenery is gorgeously mysterious in soft focus.
As I drove to work the fog was starting to break up, turning into a golden haze and where the sun had made its way right through, beams of light were causing the moisture on the grass to sparkle like a million diamonds.
But being the driver of a silver car, I most definitely had my headlights on (in fact everyone driving in fog should have their headlights on - their proper headlights, not just those silly parking lights - but that is a rant for another day). By the time I got to work the fog was forming a ceiling above me, but the road was quite clear so I had almost forgotten about my headlights. Luckily for me, my car is one of those that beeps at you if you leave them on so there will be no flat battery at the end of the day.
I felt completely grateful to whoever first thought of putting in that headlight alarm. It has saved me numerous times. Some days it is just the little things that make my day.