It was nothing monumental. It was nothing radically life-altering. It was just me riding in the Red Sled with the windows down in the unseasonably coolish weather with Billie Holiday singing me home.

I do love me some air conditioning. Don’t get me wrong. But 1) the A/C in my car is quite possibly on the fritz, and 2) there’s something about the way the night breezes play with my hair that does something to my soul.

I’m working my way through Lady Day: The Complete Columbia recordings of Ms. Holliday. I guess I’ve been a fan of hers since high school. I don’t know much about her other than her life was a bit tragic and her voice was magic.

I’m all about celebrating the small moments. I’m into giving thanks for all the so-called little gifts, because when I acknowledge the small, I show that I am ready for bigger and better.

Thank You, God, for this life, and forgive me if I don’t love it (or You) enough.