I stepped outside and looked up, not because I was intentionally seeking a different view, but I was distracted by something. My eye caught the white contrast beneath the darkly wooded distant mountains.
Snow had fallen earlier. I remembered this. However, I forgot to focus on this. I forgot what the mountains look like after fresh powder falls on them. It was especially cold and overcast, gray. I just had to look up.
I gasped, smiled, and remembered why I love the mountains. Why I love my walks. Sometimes, you just have to look up when things are gray.
So, today, look up.
You’ll feel better.