Today is a cold and very windy winter's day. The cold has crept into every part of my body and almost into my heart. The day outside my window looks dismal, the leaves, a dull brown and dry, are being blown every which way until finally pilling up against the fence. The bare trees seem to cry out in protest and spread out long, dry branches as if to ward off the windy onslaught. All I see is one long, bleak and cold day stretching out ahead of me and I want to curl up and hide away until somebody wakes me to tell me that spring is putting out its first tender shoots of green.
It is in this moment of morbid contemplation that I suddenly notice the little bird on the windowsill. Despite the wind plucking at its feathers, he looks about him with his shiny black eyes, and lets out a joyful song. A happy little fellow. Watching him, I feel my own spirits lift despite the drab day outside, and I once again realize how much we have, i have, to be thankful for. Oh, the things we take for granted! I have the blessing of sight, to see this tiny little feathered creature, and the ability to hear his happy little voice! Being able to be snug and warm under a blanket, a cup of steaming coffee, my children nearby. Suddenly my house is a castle and my couch my throne and the leaves blowing in the wind are dancers doing pirouettes!
I smile at my children and hug them close! The joy of thankfulness spreads through my limbs like a warm glow (nope, it is not a hot flush!) and I snuggle up to our Jack Russell lying next to me, not to hide from the cold, but to celebrate the closeness that icy cold winter days grant us.
With one last song the little bird spreads his wings and fly off over the hedge. I wish it well. It took a little bird to open my eyes, to give my room a new view on life.
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