bright spot

In the midst of a long siege of gray weather, bad political news (what else is news?), and friends of friends dying, this morning arrived lovely and sunny, with my 10-year-old actually getting out the door to walk to school on time and with a smile on his face. I put work aside and took a walk with the hand-me-down iPod (it's engraved "Joey Rules!") from which I'd finally figured out how to delete the Green Day and Clash in favor of Joao Gilberto. My walk included a brilliant green view of Mount Tam and a grove of trees where I recently saw hummingbirds courting.
If we really are the sum of our experiences, how can I reap dividends of these last few hours?