Today I love morning skies that look like they’ve been painted by someone and hung on the horizon. I love that I just made myself laugh with the thought that this sunrise is “life imitating art.” I love the feeling of a new day promising things that only new days can promise, the chance for change, the hope of time, the reassurance of perpetual cycles of day and night and spinning seasons.
Today I love the steam rising off the patio furniture out on the deck. That good old morning sun, drying up the condensation from the party that the evening threw for itself since it had almost no company to share itself with. Luckily the deck was available and also alone, so it and the evening were alone and together. And how understanding of the sun to clean up this morning in such a cheerful way.
Today I love this weekend that just passed by us in a breeze. I love that I had barely a moment to catch my breath. It was great right from open mic on Friday through breakfast at the market on Saturday and then coffee and chatter at the River Café with the usual crowd, and on to music and theatre and then more music until Saturday could hold no more. And then right on to Sunday which seemed to be all about music and food with a stop at Southampton’s South Stable Coffee House to end up getting to sing with The Great Canadian Swampstompers, then on to Ribfest to cage dinner and then off to choir practice with The Choir That Rocks Owen Sound … whew, thank goodness I get to rest up and just write for the next few days.
Today I love coffee and the way it shades my eyes when the sun is too bright, warms my bones when the wind is too cool, keeps me going when the day is too long, and makes me smile when the day is too hard … not that any of those things ever happen. Or maybe they do, I drink enough coffee that maybe I wouldn’t notice. I love that.