Today I love this windy morning. I love that the clouds look like a thin glaze dragged and streaked across blue silk. I love that the sun sees right through their sad attempt to block its light from blasting through my windows. I love the northern skies of my home. I love hearing things rattle and shake outside as the wind comes and goes.
Today I love that I am not well and that I’ll spend the day going from being defiant and doing things I probably shouldn’t to taking it easy and resting and making excuses for why I am not doing things that I should do. I’ve already moved several boxes of books, but I nearly didn’t bother to put out the garbage. I love that at the last minute I realized that I’d nag myself for a week if the garbage didn’t get put out.
Today I love that I will spend the day at home in the hopes that I can make it to a friends farewell party tonight. When someone in your life moves away, it is a strange collection of feelings, loss and hope at the same time. I hope you succeed brilliantly in your new town, my friend. I hope you find another place that is a fit, I hope it is an even better fit than this was.
Today I love coffee, I’ll just have another cup and keep watching those skies and resting and writing … ’til something needs doing.
