The cold damp wind slices through me.
The sky is shades of grey.
Dead branches litter the lawn.
Brrrr!
Bundled in layers of fleece–yet lacking long underwear, hat, and mittens, I am chilled.

I look again.
New life is everywhere.
A pink hyacinth stands in the midst of a clump of daffodils.
Pink buds are just visible on a bush.
A small patch of blue sky appears.

The wind blows its chilling breeze at this exquisite show of nature–
A show playing this moment just for me, the only observer.
A gift from God, for me.
A gift of God, rising in me.
Alleluia.