Meadowlark

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The morning air is crisp - not enough to catch my breath in my throat, but I wrap my scarf a little tighter nonetheless. As I weave my way through the frost-tipped clumps of native grasses, the blades giving way with the softest crunch as I go, I am lost in my thoughts and simply going through the dog-walking motions that begin nearly every one of my days.

But then the call - light and sweet as the first rays or early shoots of spring green. A flash of yellow and I see him, perched on the top of a t-post, singing his heart out like this day is the most beautiful that has ever, ever been.

Meadowlark begs me to stop - be still. Settle my soles into the earth and savor this moment (just for a moment) before flitting on and away with the rest of my day. And I do, I always do, for he’s right - every day we get to spend on this earth is cause for celebration.

Just be Joyful.
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Original watercolor painting (6”x8”) available Saturday, December 11 at 12pm Mountain Time!