Remember this day in all its glory

It's springtime in the Carolinas. I wore a light jacket to work Monday to ward off the morning chill. By mid-day, I had shed the jacket and was walking around in short sleeves. This morning is a bit cooler but still bright and sunny as birds call and flowers bloom all around me.

These are the days, the wondrous, dazzling days that fill us with unsought and undefined joy. The air is fresh, the breeze, which was bitter and cutting just weeks ago, is welcome with its rich aroma of freshly mowed grass and budding trees. Here is reason for making memories, for recalling just how joyful, life affirming and comforting this day is. Remember this day when the August heat and humidity stifles every intention to work or to move. Remember this day when the January wind rattles the bare tree limbs and whistles around the house like some invisible force laying siege to your home.

Remember this day. Remember the smell of the air, the glint of the sunlight, the songs of the birds, the green of the grass, the blue of the sky, the pure delight of being alive on a day such as this. Take this memory with you into the blazing summer and the bone-cracking winter. Take it with you into your aging years when memories dim and he senses fade.

Remember this day.