A couple of mornings ago I woke up and I was not feeling it. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t want to go to work. However, I dragged my tired body out of bed and half-heartedly got ready for work hating every second.
When I left my apartment, my mood was not positive. I’m sure my body language was even worse. Then I looked up and the sky was beautiful.
On my way to work I saw several more images that perked me up. The weather was nice and I knew that if I survived another work day I would be able to head home and enjoy a few hours on my deck. These scenes didn’t cure me completely, but they did make going to work less painful.