The Old Man Picking at His Ice

A few days ago I drove by an old man picking at the ice that lay on the street in front of his house.  It made me smile.  He seemed like a sweet old man.  Today I saw the same old man at it again.  I'm not quite sure why this made me so happy.  It may be that January is the most difficult "bitter cold month" of the year for me.  The sun doesn't come out much.  The roads are layered with ice and snow.  Everything seems a bit gloomier.  But it didn't seem to phase this old man.  I think that is probably why it made me smile.  He was my moment of sunshine on a dark and cold day.  So today, I am grateful for the people who bring sunshine into my life; those who see that they do and those that don't.