This morning it’s nearly 40 degrees, which feels downright balmy after 30 below. If we were heading into winter, 40 would feel frigid.
It’s all a matter of perspective, and where you sit on the stick. Perspective affects everything.
Cushy bank account? That series you loved in newly released hardcover is well worth the cost. Living hand to mouth? That same series is way, way out of reach. Three months to live? Time suddenly becomes our most precious possession, whereas before, we acted as if we had all the time in the world.
When we have plenty of something it tends to lose value. We appreciate it less. Except love. Maybe love never diminishes in value, no matter how much we have. I like to think so, anyway.
Those were this morning’s musings while walking the dogs, watching the sun rise, and listening to the Great-Horned and Barred owls, who are in the midst of their courting season.