When I headed out for a spring run this afternoon, about the last thing I expected was snow. But, nearing a mile in, what is one going to do?

It got me thinking about how glad I am that we each have our own internal compass to guide each day rather than predictions, opinions, and even appearances alone, as, otherwise, I would have missed out on covering so much ground and taking in so much beauty.

A few little flakes never hurt anyone anyway.