There's been an usual amount of warm weather in New Jersey lately, and normally, this is something I'd complain about.
I've gone on many rants to others about how cold seasons should always be cold and warm seasons should always be warm. A 60 degree day in January doesn't feel quite right and a chilly day in July is never my cup of tea.
However, there's been streak of warm days as of late and the funny thing is, I've enjoyed each and every one of them immensely.
I got the opportunity last week to spend the day outdoors snapping photographs with a friend. It was a near perfect day for such a thing. It was Saturday, the sun was out, and one of my favorite places to go had just reopened after being closed for months.
Needless to say, that afternoon was a much needed breath of fresh air.
There's been an overarching and frustrating season of coldness as of late with my being unemployed. But that day - that one simple day - was a warm one indeed. There weren't any distractions or frustrations, just a day spent in God's creation.
A metaphorical day of warmth in a metaphorical season of cold.
It's been over six months since I've placed any photos here so I'm happy to add these new (if somewhat typical) images to the gallery.
Be it literal or metaphorical, there's something truly special about a warm day in a cold season.
There's no better feeling than having lunch in a diner with a couple of friends at the end of a lousy week. It's always a delight when I'm feeling down and my dog happily and unexpectedly jumps into my lap. Joy is ever present when I get to create music with a group of friends after a long day.
And nothing beats a bright sunny afternoon in the middle of February.