Vibrant summer day

I find myself writing about the weather, and wondering why. Who cares about storms of summers past, and the beauty of today? The skies so blue, wind chasing white clouds and scrubbing the horizon clean. I imagine the stars are out and bright tonight.

But was it enough; was it a day worth remembering when the magnificence of the weather made me smile? When the sun illuminating every green leaf on the maple tree overhead made me grin?

Absolutely.

For if I can still smile at maple trees, than I think I'm doing okay.