sinshine behind clouds

The morning sun show …

Today I love reprieves from stormy weather. I love that last night’s snow never materialized, that’s the way things happen sometimes and we’ll take it. I love that, even though more is supposedly on its way, that could easily have happened even if we did get the snow we were supposed to get last night. I love that I got the garden fences rolled up and put away yesterday when it was still quite warm, and that in a sudden whirl of activity last night I managed to shuffle things around in the garage and we put the motorcycles in where they can rest in leisure and I don’t have to worry for a few months about replacing the covers that the wind has shredded, yet another reprieve to love. I love that we had no snow and clear roads to drive on this morning on our way to the Wednesday offices. I love how beautiful the sun glow was this morning, like a fountain of misty light that glowed in the distance, shining on and illuminating the distant clouds. I love that photos were taken while I drove and that I got copies of them.

Today I love more plans for adventure. I love that I’ve had more adventures than I ever thought I’d have. I love that I discovered that being adventurous is not the wrong thing to do, but the right thing in every way. I love that being adventurous and being reckless are not the same things. I love that being adventurous is sometimes little more than ordering the thing off the menu that you’ve always thought you’d like to try and then accepting that you did or didn’t like it after all and turning to the next adventure. I love that anyone can start to be adventurous without making a great deal of outward change in their lives. I love that the more adventurous I became the more I accepted that great outward changes could happen and be good.

Today I love that I am starting to get excited about plans that are falling into place for an adventure that could arguably be the biggest one of my life, short of marriage and commitments of that caliber. I love that I’ve been writing for an American website for six years now and I still write Canadian English and have to change it. I love that, technically, I’m bilingual, though the two languages are American English and Canadian English.  I love that this made me laugh a little, and yet it is true, even though the difference is all in the spelling.

Today I love drinking coffee in my Wednesday office at the end of the snow-free drive through the glowing fountain of misty morning light.