Another grey cloudy dreary winter day here in Michigrim. I pulled into a space in Kroger’s parking lot, fumbled for my list, and wished, not for the first time to see the sun again.
Then I saw this car smiling at me. Windshield wipers askew, a double smile on the hood, its little window-washer-jet eyes further anthromorphizing the image of a happy little being. I couldn’t help but smile back.
If a car can be happy despite its wonky wipers, I can surely weather another gray sky. Sometimes all it takes is a second look to shift one’s mood.