Drizzly & damp & cool. It never started raining hard enough to get the tree trunk in the back yard totally wet, but there was a dark water stain from where the water was draining down from the branches.
I’ve heard some folks are referring to these tiny moments of joy as “glimmers,” or “micro-joys.” It’s a little bit of a froufrou term, but I’m mellowing a lot in my old age.
These days we can all use as many glimmers as we can find. Look for yours!
