Why is it that the smallest thing
can suddenly lift my spirits?
I went out to unpeg the laundry from the clotheslines -
it's 19F and supposed to get down to single digits tonight.
As I started taking the laundry from the line
in the still and frosty air,
I looked up.
The sky was soft with dusky colors,
the quarter moon was shining,
and my heart lifted.
I would love to be able to bottle that feeling
and take deep breaths of it when I need it.