It’s a stunningly gorgeous day – well, at least to some people. Like, say… me!
The sun is out, in, out, in… out.
The breeze is cool.
Well, actually, the breeze is more like a wind. At times, it’s “knock over the chair you left on the patio” strong. We should know better than to leave furniture outside after the first snow but my husband goes there to smoke and enjoys it while he can. Otherwise, he’s huddled beside, beneath, betwixt whatever safe space he can find, away from the elements and people like me who can’t tolerate the habit. As a reformed smoker – and I never smoked that much (3 -5 cigs a day, tops) – it hardly seems worth it to me. But I digress.
The clouds move like wishes off dandelions across the sky. Not lazily but quick, like *poof* … blown by an excited child. If I stop and look out my window – which I do, often – I see them for a minute or two, like an online video that’s been sped-up.
And then there are blank spaces of grey-blue… not bright blue, like in summer, but gray (See what I did there? I spelled grey both ways! LOL).
And for a moment, there’s nothing to see here, folks.
I’ve opened the window a little, enough that Hannah has figured out she can go up on the window sill and let the sun warm her fur while the air cools her face. The curtain billows as the winds rush between houses in the neighborhood.
Like I said, stunning!
And right in the middle of my reverie an Emergency Alert comes across my cell phone and scares the living poop outta me.
Talk about a reality check!
(It was only a test! No worries!)
And so, I was originally going to talk about a book today but instead decided to talk about how the light (aka the reality, the lantern, the truth) gets in.
Suddenly, all the clouds are gone and trash cans are flying down the street, along with papers, junk and thousands of leaves. We live by a park, I’m serious about the “thousands”.
I have a forest cabin wax melting (it’s divine, by the way. Michelle made it!) but it’s getting a bit too strong and needs a rest. I need a sweater, getting cold. The washing machine needs my attention. My heel is numb, my mouth tastes yucky – I had Cheerios for lunch. I wonder what’s happening with the impeachment stuff and my back hurts from sitting on this folding chair that is not meant for long-term use, especially for typing.
They told me my hand would flatten out but it hasn’t yet… it looks like I have a bigger lump than before, which… why did I get surgery again?
I’m sick of being depressed. I had plans that needed to be put on hold.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving in the States and I’m nowhere near any of my family. I miss my people!
Christmas is coming. I’ve come to hate it. HATE. IT.
My tailbone hurts.
My heart aches.
And this is how I spiral down.
Everything looks different now. The sky is gray. The wind is howling. There’s trash in the street.
Hannah even got down from the window sill.
Oh, and that light? It’s just the sun. It comes up every day.
I wonder if that emergency alert hasn’t happened… if I’d still be mooning over the gorgeous day?
Something to consider. Don’t you think?