Glorious. There's no other word for the weather of the past two
days here in my little corner of the world. Sunshine, blue skies,
low humidity, comfortable temperatures...and this morning, a
memorably beautiful sunrise, the sky alight with pinks and blues,
with light and shadow of the sort to drive any artist to her canvas,
knowing that capturing this spectacle with brushstrokes would
likely be impossible.
As I sit here on my screened porch, I am surrounded by the
music of birdsong, by the persistent scritch of cicadas, by the
whisper of an occasional breeze though the trees, and I am
virtually overcome with a sense of well-being, of joy, of gratitude
for this very ordinary day of my life. With book in hand, here I
sit, sometimes reading, sometimes simply being...listening...
absorbing the peace and loveliness of this July afternoon.
Life, after all, is actually made up of moments...strung together
like a strand of pearls...precious, each one, but infinitely more
beautiful when strung together, one after another...cherished
memories to be touched and fingered and worn with pride and
I wish for each and all of you a lovely, moment-filled day.