Moisture comes in many forms. Drizzle, mist, thunderstorm, hail, sleet, snow. Although today is the first of May, the clumps of wet snow fall down my neck as I examine my tulips bending under the weight of today's chosen form of moisture. Perhaps gratitude comes in many forms as well. The heart swelling, bursting with joy kind that you can't escape. The everyday kind that is so easy to take for granted. And the secret, unlooked for kind that can so easily go unnoticed.
