As mentioned yesterday, I received the Gouranga email and hey, I called out to be happy (yes, the cats I'm tending to looked at me a bit strange, but they're cats and I don't mind what they think). Going into the office this morning a lady bug landed on my arm. Growing up, I always thought lady bugs were happy things.
I had a very productive day (including writing a tear-stained email) but the gloominess of constant rain reminded me of what I've been feeling on the inside. Driving home this evening made me feel like I was in an old black and white movie. Everything around me was gray and called out misery. While stopped at a traffic light, I looked up and a splash of pink caught my attention. Two roseate spoonbills graced the dull sky. Maybe hope does exist.