I saw a pinwheel toy in the snow in front of someone’s front yard this morning. The wheel, slowly and steadfastly, turned in the direction of the gentle winter breeze.

I remembered that I used to have one of these toys in my childhood. I would carry it with me everywhere I went. To me, looking at the turning wheel on a stick, while feeling the pressure as the blowing wind resisted my forward movement was fun and magical.

As I watch the wheel turn in the wind, I have become a fully-grown adult. While it is bitter and sweet, reminiscing the past, I am also looking forward, with anticipation, to what the future will bring.