Gratitude is discovering cherry blossoms, an early sign of spring.
Bursting through an early fog in a place many travelers zoom through: Orick, California.
I’m grateful for the work that took me from one state to another.
I’m grateful for the chance to slow on this journey, to pause, and be astonished.
Such delicate blossoms lift the spirit on a dark, stormy morning.
I’m especially grateful for the photographer who stopped the car at a horse corral, just so he could take this photo in the rain. The horses were as curious as we were.