Today I love this soft misty morning and the gentle touch of it on my bare skin when I go outside. I love the cool fresh taste of the air when there’s a hint of “not quite rain but more than fog” in the air. I love how it feels like my lungs are being washed out, maybe they are. I love that we have a choice every day of how to perceive the day before us, like today could be called silver or it could be called grey. I love that I will more often than not make the silver call because that’s the way of love, looking for the best. I love that it is cool enough that I needed an over shirt so I grabbed my old plaid work shirt ’cause it is pretty damned comfy. I love that as soon as I put it on I could smell the smoke from last Sunday night’s fire and that just made me relax a little more and think back to how sweet the night was and how good it was to be sitting by the water again. I love that the best part of the year for me is the part I’m in, and this is one of my four favorite seasons.
Today I love that yesterday I did all the work, wrote all the words, and worked on ads for my local online news outlet. I love that I got to write a short article for them on dragon boating. I love that I also wrote a piece on local art shows and galleries and tours because, like its music, my area is also rich in visual art and I’m honored to know many of the artists here in my twin counties of Grey and Bruce. I love that I call them the twin counties even though they are shaped nothing like each other, because they are so much alike in spirit and style.
Today I love fresh pineapple in the porridge and that someone else made it and made it with lots of honey and lots of love. I love that last night we barbecued and sat outside in the gloaming and talked and just let the day settle down and slip away quietly as the evening came along and we slipped into it with no remorse. I love easy dusk, the way it hangs in the air long enough to be noticed and admired, long enough for us to wonder if we shouldn’t wish that the world would just stay like this forever, and then it turns to night and we realize all that we would miss if that were to happen.
Today I love drinking coffee while dreaming of the whole day, from one end to the other, and knowing it will be full of things to love.