To write about how I feel is a nuisance and it is unnecessarily repetitive.
Instead I will write about the warmth of the breeze slipping through my open car window.
I will express thanks to God for the clouds and the trees that provide relief from a hot sun.
I will smile slightly at the distant chatter of children coming from the park across the street.
And I will be happy – so happy – to realize that I am blessed to witness these things at all.