Blessed

It takes a long time to understand how blessed these days are. You never realize the true value of things until you get the sense they will be gone soon.

I've tried to write this in so many ways - not sure I have ever come close yet. It all boils done to love, for the smell of the air on a frosty November morning, for the glow in the sky as dawn gets near, for my dogs full of joy and excitement at walking in the dark with me, for the people I have loved, the memories I cherish.

That is as plain as I can say it. Is it clear yet? I am not sure.