Three Good Things. What were three good things about today? Actually, even as grumpy as I now was, I could name plenty more than three. Easily. I’d woken under our blue tarp to the sound of the creek running by. I’d made a terrific batch of morning coffee, if I did say so myself. I’d had a whole morning of freedom. I’d rested. I’d sunned myself on a hot rock with all the abandon of a gecko. I’d felt a hundred breezes. I’d stood in a field of wildflowers. I’d seen a cloud in the shape of a heart.
