(View from the front)

A Thrasher was totally content up in a pine tree during a recent storm. He happily accepts the snow because he knows it will be a source of sustenance both now (with moisture to drink) and in the future (as that moisture helps things grow that he can eat later).

How much happier would we be if we accepted the circumstances we found ourselves in, knowing that the Universe conspires only on our behalf, no matter how difficult that may be to see?

(He turned around so I could see his back.)