My morning commute to work is one of the highlights of my day. It is the only exercise I get these days and it’s also the only quiet time I have.  Every morning I am still surprised when I get to this point where some Forsythia bushes are overhanging the sidewalk.  If I’m not paying attention and looking down then I will almost run into them.  Walking in the grass or tip toeing along the outer edge of the sidewalk to dodge the yellow branches shakes me out of my thoughts and always makes me look down.

What I love is that these little yellow flowers have been sprinkled along my path almost every day this winter. From my house to my new job, I think to myself that something is happening—something behind the scenes.   Like these are little reassurances that something very good is unfolding in my life. And every day I walk along these broken and cracked sidewalks, I get to this point and think to myself, I’ve made it to the other side.