It's the little things.
It's the sound of the soft, wet snow on my umbrella and the feeling that I'm in a giant snow globe as I walk home from work after a long day.
It's white flakes falling against the small, red buds on the trees waking slowly from their winter sleep.
It's the feeling of the cold air tinging my nose and cheeks a merry shade of pink.
It's the inspiration that comes with the memory of a good old friend, and doing a good deed out of the love she stamped in my heart--a small fraction of the good she would do if she were here.
It's the freedom from the burden of responsibility that used to weigh me down so that I am now better able to focus on the aspects of my job that bring me joy--the people and the making of the coffee.
It's the sigh of relief that after months of healing and learning, I am better able to let go of the little things that make life frustrating.
It's finally being able to see the big picture, to see all of the positive growth that has come in spite of the many small and annoying changes.
It's being able to embrace my situation and take the small steps necessary to move (slowly) forward. They are very small steps, little steps, little things, but these are what make the journey interesting, challenging, fun, frustrating, colorful.
These little things are everything.
