It’s cold. Actually, it’s beyond cold. The wind rips through me, filling my body with shivers. Even my bones feel cold. But the sun is bright in the sky, offering a bit of warmth. And the birds are singing their morning melodies. The sky is painted a chipper blue. I feel lucky to have a nice warm home, a good book and a bit to eat. I feel blessed to have a fire that warms me and I feel honored to cuddle with mamaw’s old homemade cotton quilt. The day is mine and that is beautiful.