I forget (how beautiful the world is)

I'm watching the sun glide down into the west this evening. The clouds are tinged with a beautiful orange-gold glow, and the sun itself is a ball of fire. The trees are black, merely twigs poking into the palest blue of skies. It's a beautiful evening, a tad too cold, but this is Minnesota.

I'm ready
...for the spring, for new life, for green grass beneath my feet, for trees full of verdure, for flowers popping out of earthy dirt, for puffy spring clouds, for driving with windows rolled down, for warm days and cool nights, for muddy soccer games.

I'm ready
...for the summer, for the heat, for the humidity and sticky sweat, for t-shirts and flip-flops, for laying out in the sun, for swimming, for iced caramel macchiatos, for times with the gang: Guitar Hero, picnics at Lake Manawa; for hanging out with my brothers, for chasing Molly the WonderDog, for coffee with my daddy, and scrapbooking with my mommy.

I'm ready
...for the fall, for the coolness, for highschool football games, for popcorn and M&M's mixed together, for Vala's Pumpkin Patch, for Husker football parties, for golden leaves falling off trees in the windy weather.

I'm ready for any season except winter, which is my least favorite, but I will choose to be grateful for the winter. Without the winter, we would not have the beauty of delicate snowflakes, or the beauty of black trees cloaked in white. Each season has something beautiful about it, but I forget about the beauty, and choose to see the negative aspects.

I'm thankful for spring, for summer, for fall, for winter. What a wonderful metaphor we have for our own lives.

Right now I'm in the winter of life. Where are you at?