So, we've all made it to February and that means . . . well, what does it mean? Where I live it means another month of winter at least. I choose to find joy in the simple things—things that keep me fully grounded. Things like . . . cats. And sunrises. And listening to Paul Simon at seven thirty in the morning. It's a good life. A beautiful life. Anyway, here are a few pictures of my beautiful life.