Mind you, today was not spring, but there was scorching bright sunlight and the cardinals were not far off in the treetops. Instead of mourning over a lack of a new career or plunging into panic, I decided to take advantage of the day at hand. I boarded up the dog in tow, as I usually do, and headed East to Minnehaha Falls on the banks of the Mississippi looking out over our fair sister city St Paul. The frozen mecca was yielding to spring with cascading water, bitter cold from the melting of the recent snows. The bare trees gave way to the beams of the sun, and I watched the giant sheets of ice find their way into the current until they disappeared downstream. Waylon, always the eager companion, dove right into the frigid water - chasing ducks, gnawing at stalled branches in the creek and bobbed for chunks of ice. It amazes me that the temps of the water don't phase him in the least. Time was at my disposal. And for a good 2 hours I didn't fear politics, MBA classes, job searches or even an empty pocket.
I stopped in at Dairy Queen and enjoyed a favorite hot fudge/ peanut butter sundae. I listened to great Strauss & Rachmaninoff on NPR was we drove the parkway and took in the beautiful day. A prevalent reminder to take time and smell the roses - even if they are not quite in bloom yet. It will only be a matter of weeks. Eager to get my hands in the dirt and the shorts back on. A good day.
