Rain + wind + a rejection from an agent I’d queried four and a half months ago and had already given up on + receiving a book for review that has what is quite possibly the most atrocious cover I have ever been forced to behold = the perfect day to bake white chocolate pecan cookie brittle:

And look, my violet is blooming again:

And I haven’t killed my birthday orchid yet:

And what I have been trying to meditate on is this passage from C.S. Lewis’s The Weight of Glory: “A more Christian attitude, which can be attained at any age, is that of leaving futurity in God’s hands. We may as well, for God will certainly retain it whether we leave it to Him or not. Never, in peace or war, commit your virtue or your happiness to the future. Happy work is best done by the man who takes his long-term plans somewhat lightly and works from moment to moment ‘as to the Lord.'” True, but as most things are, easier said then done.

And then, after spending the first three miles of my run being cold, and the second three getting snowed/rained on, the sky opened up to reveal bits of blue sky, and I lifted my face from beneath my waterproof cap and thought maybe there is still some goodness left in the world after all.