“It’s snowing,” reports my brain.
The corner of my eye had caught the motion of graceful white flakes drifting towards the earth.
Hearing this, my soul lights up and instinctively half-turns to welcome the wonder of falling snow.
From somewhere in another corner of my brain, a grumpy realist voice rasps, “It's sunny and May. It’s not even snowing. You know that. What are you thinking?”
Conflicted, my soul stops in its tracks and throws a questioning glance toward my eye: the resident data collector.
Eye, suddenly defensive, glances out the window to verify its initial observation.
And.
Heartmelt.
We were all right. It IS snowing, but not snow-snow. Small white petals from the crab-apple tree outside the window gently waft downward, coaxed by the light breeze.
Beautiful. Wonder-full.
And even the realist, too pleased to monologue, dances with delight.
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