An overnight misty, dampness settled upon the lake cloaking everything in fog. The old sodium lights glowed orange along the roadway, their reflection barely discernible in the gloom. Bed came early, and we woke surrounded by a dense, white mist. Along the front path spiders had woven their nightly magic, stringing garlands from leaf to leaf, branch to branch. The soft dampness had lined these webs with liquid pearls that glinted in the morning haze. The beauty was there, but there are those who never see that sort of subtle miracle.
There's much to be said for optimism. Optimism is seeing liquid pearls instead of brusquely brushing away annoying spiderwebs. Every day we are inundated by negativity. It surrounds us in every form of media. It's easy to get sucked into the mire and spiral down into a pit of hopelessness. Our challenge is to face the world with optimism and enact positive change in our own small way. Daily.
I'm an optimist, which annoys my husband and embarrasses my daughter.
I'm an optimist anyway.