It is very difficult to describe the way 62 degrees feels on a February day. It feels like every ray that hits your skin is charging your battery life. Finding a spot where that warmth can hit you just perfectly is like GOLD, even if it's a hard metal chair you are seated on, to you....it's a plush throne. There's a certain look to February sun, it's stark and contrasting...yes, it shows the soggy mud stained concrete and bare backyard plants...but it's ok because at least it's out and giving you a chance to do something about it. It makes you want to press PAUSE and quickly gather every ray you can and save some for later.
62 degrees on a February day is God's way of saying "I'm still here...keep fighting."