It’s a sunny 61 degrees here in Dallas.
Just cold enough that I can open all the windows while I work, as a slight breeze gently moves through my apartment.
Jasper is laying on the carpet, making the most of each slit of sunlight as it pours from the blinds and onto the floor.
And outside, it’s chilly in the shade, enough so that you can feel the sun when you step out into it. It tingles, warm and inviting on your skin.
And all of it under a clear blue sky, remarkable to me not because of what’s there, but because of what isn’t.