A Tiny Tuesday Tidbit.

I know it's hard to tell 
in the winter sometimes . . .

but occasionally I come across 
things that make me smile.

For instance, I looked out my bedroom window the other morning 

and there was a tiny path leading away across my roof:

Not sure who left it or where they were headed, but I knew it couldn't last

so I reached for my camera.  

And sure enough, within a few hours, the trail, 
and the moment, were lost.

This morning of the small snow 

I count the blessings,

the leak in the faucet 

which makes of the sink time, 

the drop of the water on water. 

-- Charles Olson 

That's all today.  Not much.

Just a small thanks for a small gift,

even though the giver never knew 

there was a gift at all . . . 

Sometimes those are the best kind.