light on ceiling

Imagine this shimmering …

Today I love breakfast in bed. I didn’t have breakfast in bed, because by the time I had made it I was too hungry to take it back to bed, so I ate it at the table, but I still love breakfast in bed. I love coffee in bowls on Sunday mornings, sipping leisurely at the dark liquid thoughts that slow down to a speed at which I can discern them and make sense of them. I love that there is a puddle of water on the barbecue mat on the deck and that the sun is shining on it and the light is reflecting off the puddle and lighting up the living room ceiling with a kinetic, moving projected image of water in motion as the puddle is tousled by the breeze. I love the shimmering look of it. I love the gentle way the temperature is climbing twelve Celsius degrees today (that’s twenty-two degrees Fahrenheit in the United States) and that the day will go from quite cold and well below freezing to quite balmy and well above freezing. I love these days of transition as the sun climbs higher into the sky with each pass it makes. I love that summer is coming, and I love that the past winter was a good enough one for me that I am not upset at the thought that when this summer ends and fall comes on again I will not be unhappy to see the signs of winter’s guaranteed return.

Today I love that there will be skating at the rink at the rec centre and I intend to be there, even though my legs are still hurting from Friday night’s curling after having done little to keep them in shape last week. I love the way they ache in a good way when I have exercised them well. I love that the muscles that ache are really just telling me how hard they worked and not that they are damaged or broken. They’ve done their job well and just want some recognition for that. Today they get to do it all again, they get to show me how good they are at sports that involve ice. I love skating, I love how it reminds me of my youth and childhood.

Today I love French toast with strawberries. I love mourning doves on the fence. I love that there are plans to get seeds to start for the garden this summer and those plans may happen today after skating. I love gardens that feed people, especially when one of those people is me.

Today I love coffee in a bowl in the living room under the puddle of watery light on the ceiling.