Things can look so different, depending on the day.
On a cold, gray day, you might not even know where the sun is. On a clear frosty one, you'll see that the sun has been right there in front of you the whole time.
Some mornings are muddy and wet; some mornings are crisp and crackly - outlining the leaves in white.
(Or covering them in white depending on where you're standing.)
Wait! That's not frost!
Oh, it's Maggie! My friend's St. Bernard puppy! Now that's something you don't see every day.
Surprisingly, this same, crazy, ill-trimmed tree that I do see every day looks rather magnificent up close. And when I look even more closely, I see who's been making that rat-tat-tat-tat-tat sound this morning.
Some mornings, my home welcomes me back more than others.
I suppose little lights and Christmas decorations can do that.
