April 14

I went up to the deck this evening to watch the sun dip below the horizon. I do that every now and then.

It was a chilly out and the wind whipped my hair around my face as I traversed the steps to the top, and when I got there and turned around, I wasn't disappointed by the view.

With a snapshot of the clouds and the colors and the shading in mind, I took a seat and closed my eyes for a few minutes. And I listened to the sounds of the wind rustling nearby branches and vehicle traffic on the streets below.

This life isn't perfect. Far from it, really. But it's good. And for that truth --and for sunsets and the wind that refreshes the air-- I am thankful.