It was like falling asleep in one world on Saturday night after witnessing the most beautiful sunset a bit earlier, a sky aflame with a blazing beauty.

Maybe 18 hours beyond that moment, discovering what appeared to be an abrupt visit to what seemed another planet complete with snow and it’s own cold beauty.

In the distance, far beyond the green trees bowing boughs, the sound of thunder interrupted my thoughts. Thundersnow on April 3. Surely running a bit late for an April Fool’s joke.

I wondered if others knew, especially those who had gone to spend part of the first weekend of spring vacation at a heated pool not all that far away, rather then venturing out to far distant places and much higher prices to get there and back again. Would they know snow on their way back home.

And I wondered if others knew, especially those who had ventured out to far distant places to bask in the sunshine and play in the ocean perhaps, did they even know? Would they even care?

They did not. And they did not.

The ones nearer by were by then home and on their way to the movies. Oh, it was thundering off in their distance as well, but the snow? Not. Not at all.

And the ones so far away? First a return picture of palm trees and blue sky. Then two words to shout out that they had no pity on we who had no one to plow. Just two words. Keep it.

And so we did and so we do.

The sunshine journeyed into the darkened sky on that Saturday evening of blissful beauty, and the morning we awakened to was calm enough, then turned cold and bitter, slushy and soupy, and yet, beyond the camera on into the yard, there was beauty.

Hasn’t it been said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder? Whether the warmth of a beautiful sunset, or the long glittering limbs of a nearby tree sporting a new coat of snow, there is a special beauty. Too soon gone again, giving away to another sort if we but take the time to notice.

Take time to notice. Notice not only the beauty in nature. Also notice the beauty in people. Take time to surround one with an arm and a hug, a peck on the cheek. Catch the child doing good and tell them so. It’s far easier to verbalize, it seems, when we catch them doing naughty and what we think about that, but oh, so much, they and even we need someone to catch us doing good.

Take time to notice. Take time to walk across a room and thank someone for some little thing, not just some big thing. Some of us will never do great things, but to me, sometimes it’s the little things that mean the most.

How about you? What is it you need? Think about it. Pass it on. Someone else out there may need a moment, a memory, a thank you, a reason, a bit of beauty found tucked in an evening sky or limbs reaching out looking cold, yet beautiful on a did you say it’s spring day?