Three inches of snow fell last night. The scene outside my window this morning was magic. And by that I mean whiteness covered all the muck that will reappear in the spring. All the problem areas on our lawn are covered in a perfect white blanket. You know, that clean whiteness that fills your heart with peace. I know I complain about winter a lot, but it is magical how snow makes the ugliest things look beautiful.
Because the lottery wasn't won Wednesday night, Saturday 649 was 48 million. Can you even conceptualize having that much money? Few people can. I've met one or two, and wanted so badly to ask them what they thought about in place of worrying over money. I lay awake Saturday night and imagined the freedom to leave whenever winter had me down. I imagined me and my new Mac notebook flying to the warmest places where I could sit at night and watch sunsets that would take my breath away. I imagined all the people I could help, and how fulfilling that would feel. I imagined... well, so much freedom that I slept poorly. Even after all these years, occasionally I still have to remind myself that bedtime is for sleeping not conjuring up scenarios that will keep me awake all night.
Chances are, I'm never know what having 48 million feels like. I'm not even sure I want to. I like my simple life. It's just taken a bit longer to realize that than it should have. Yes, I'd like the financial freedom to travel, to visit my family on a moment's notice and buy whatever I want when I want it, but at the risk of what? Is there a risk? I think so. Therefore, I'm publicly thanking God for the blessings I have that money can't buy. Particularly that of a healthy brain with its seemingly endless ability to imagine.