I was out just in time to catch the sunset the other day, the whole sky a big pink meringue that made me laugh out loud. By the time I’d sent a quick exclamatory text to some loved ones, not two minutes later, all was gray.

Dear ones, our days are sometimes filled with grays… the person who cuts us off on the Mass Pike, the grumpy neighbor, the delayed flight, the sore shoulders, the stock that goes down, the rabbit-stolen dahlias. Yet once in a while, the grey holds an unlit glow within.

Sometimes, just one sunbeam can turn the gray to glory.