It’s Tuesday, and it feels like it’s last Tuesday. I thought I was getting a tremendous night-filled rest but I am sluggish this morning. A weather front is moving into the area as my muscles are aching. I still intend to make the day a great one.

I found this poem by Emily Dickinson and was surprised by its lighter tone and that it’s not as seemingly dreary or forlorn.

A LIGHT EXISTS IN SPRING

By Emily Dickinson

“A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period –
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay –

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.”

Make it a great day!