I'm not sure if this is just normal for someone in their 70s or if it means I'm a head case.

[Atticus]

More and more often, I find myself savoring the most ordinary or even mundane things.

As I walked out to our compost bin this morning, the day had dawned as damp, cool and sunless and I began to let it weigh on my attitude. But, then, just across the drive, the ground was carpeted with brown and yellow leaves and I actually stopped to appreciate their symmetry and wonder if I would see their replacements next spring.

I then smiled at the one small patch of blue sky, listened to the crows quarrel in a neighbor's field and then turned to face and suck in the cool breeze whispering through the hardwoods.

"The day will come" I told myself "when I would give much to be able to venture out into this 'damp, cool, sunless'--- and WONDERFUL day!"

---sigh---I have just admitted talking to myself after wondering if I'm a head case. Maybe I am.