Among the thousand gratitudes, I am thankful for vividness. Even in – maybe especially in – the most mundane places, like a box of buttons spread out on a table in the sunshine.
Even in late March, the Minnesota landscape is still wintry. The daffodils and crocuses that are coming up in more southern parts of the US are still a month away. The trees are still bare.
But there is sunshine. And there is vividness. And I am incredibly grateful.