"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one
which has been opened for us."
I read this and am reminded of trying to find the little envelope on the social network Connection Well that opens my mail. I was looking everywhere and then I saw it. I imagine there are little envelopes floating all about like the pollen that has now coated my car in yellow, little envelopes that as we open, open cells to smile.
Enjoy this spring day, even if the ground is still white with snow. I hear the cardinals will be mating soon.
For each of us, there are new doors to trundle, dance, waltz, polka, and prance up to, and through.