After almost two weeks of thunderstorms, cloud cover, and drenching rain, I woke this morning to feel the warmth of the sun. It was radiating through the curtains, and I leapt from bed like a kid on Christmas morning (oh let's be honest, like this adult on Christmas morning!).
Being denied something for so long makes you so grateful for it when it does finally reappear. I think this must simply be human nature, the ability to lose the thankfulness when things are too readily available.
I stood at the window and let the rays warm me. Even the pug leapt from bed and gave me his signature look that means, 'everything else can wait... a walk is in order.' I agreed, and off we went.
It was a quiet morning. We kept to the catwalks to avoid the morning commuters and didn't see another soul. The world was ours to explore, and that we did. The pug was especially leisurely in his gate today, moseying along as my grandmother would say. He stopped to smell every tree, flower, and lamppost. He even stood for a moment to gaze, eyes closed, head raised, into the sun while standing in the middle of a field. I took his cue and did the same.
I love the way the sun can change the landscape, the day even. It is full of optimism and possibility. Yesterday, in the middle of the drenching downpour, I felt the weight of the last six months of waiting. Today, in the warm glow of the sun, I am reminded that those six months are almost behind me. Less than two weeks to go, more sunshine in my future. And a chance to be grateful for what I have not had.
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