We like to think the beauty in life is clearer, more immediately apparent. Focused on finding beauty, on appreciating the wondrous moments, we expect to wake up refreshed and excited about the budding new minutes of another day of life.
Not always. In reality, we sometimes start out with the Monday Blues, trying to shed a funk that clings like unwelcome morning fog in summer.
We trust it will burn off, lifting the veil that clouds our vision, showing us once again how remarkable life is.
And sooner or later, it does.