Dear Gratitude Journal  :

The color of the sky, as far as I can see, is called gray. I would have preferred to sleep in and lounge. No such luck. But, I’m grateful it was a quiet and subdued Monday. It suited my mood. I’m grateful I found someone to take out my date palm instead of cutting it down. And, I’m grateful February is winding down. I think we’re all ready for spring.

The end.