Today is a new day which holds promise of a shorter winter and a furry animal who lies sleeping, as yet unaware he will suddenly have his slumber disturbed. I wonder what he is dreaming of, old Punxsutawney Phil. Will he mind those hands reaching inside his private domain and wrestling him awake? Does he mind being made a spectacle of? You know, he might like all of the attention as the eyes of the nation are upon his determining whether or not he will see his shadow or if it will prove elusive.
In the newness of twilight’s hour I think about how the days are growing longer minute by minute and how the rays of sunshine help uplift everyone’s spirits. These past two days have been 60 degrees with fluffy clouds and calm winds. The children played long and hard at recess time and I could imagine their disheveled clothing and hair as they returned to class, their little faces flushed. When I was in school, I surely never wanted that bell to ring or the teacher to blow her little whistle. I wanted to play all of the time.
Today is a new day and just to keep it real I want you to do something for me. Would you? What I suggest is this: Walk with a lively step, look people in the eyes and smile a big smile. Greet friends as if you haven’t seen them in a long time and offer a stranger some assistance. Passing along goodness makes our day go well.