Central Park, with the Metropolitan Museum in the background.
My sunlit thought this week doesn't derive from the sun, which has been largely absent. Rather it's from my much more sunny attitude about the snow. I'm not a fan of snow. I worry much too much about falling and breaking one or another bone. I broke my elbow in four places eighteen years ago in a sleety curb cut, so it's not an anxiety without some basis. I look out on the snow and see only ice, falling and difficulty walking to the subway or grocery. I see a foot of snow being an Alp I have to climb to get on the bus. I see disaster with every snowy moment.
But not this afternoon. This afternoon I saw the beauty of fresh snow in Central Park. I'm not quite sure how Google does this, but they've enhanced my picture to show falling snow and I'm in love with it. There was an inch of soft snow. It wasn't difficult to walk and it seemed almost magically that the sidewalks were cleared. I'm so happy and grateful to find at least one upbeat, sunny moment in snow.
I'm delighted to join my friends at Sunlit Sunday. I think it's my best discovery of 2014. I had a wonderful afternoon at the Metropolitan Museum and enjoyed seeing a beautiful exhibition of Italian glass. Now I'm settling in for my evening hot cocoa and a good book. Book review to follow tomorrow.
As always thanks for visiting and take good care. Wishes for a very cozy evening. .