As the dim light made its appearance through the plantation blinds, I rubbed away the sleep from my eyes. I can hear the constant hum of the heat running. Just how cold did it get last night?
My morning temperatures began at a shivering, bone chilling at 16 degrees.
Did I wake up in Minneapolis?
No, I was in the Atlanta burbs and definitely not on the beach in Maui sipping the perfect Mai Tai.
No, I wasn’t at the black beach with my family thinking I died and gone to heaven.
And no, I wasn’t at the top of the world at Haleakala in awe of this sight before me.
Sadly, I was at home…freezing. Since I look for the good in every situation, I found a small tidbit to hold on to this morning.
At least I don’t have to shovel any snow!