Today I love this quiet Monday and its gentle way of easing into my life with soft light and mild breezes. I love that the bay is flirting gently with the shore this morning. I love the murmuring touch of its little waves on tender, rocky shoulders, love how it is dressing the edges with sand and small gravel, even though it will tear it off in a fit of passion and wildness as soon as the weather turns and churns its wild hopes up. I love the poetry of dark skied mornings, when all the lines talk of different things, the wind, the clouds, the water, the trees, and in the final stanzas it all comes together as a day with its own story. I love that I never get tired of days and their tales, I’ll take many thousands more of these please. I love hope and longing and the hues of the future that they color together; I love that I am in every scene of that future, because hope and longing are my palette, today is my brush, and the days of the future are the canvas of my life to come. I love that I am truly high on life and drunk on love.
Today I love that the cottage rang with the laughter of children all day yesterday and that one of them was me. I love finally being old enough to be trusted to look after the kids down by the water, ’cause that means that sometimes we all get to play without adult supervision … YAY! I love that even though it is September I am still not wading into the water, but rather I am running like a mad fool down the length of the dock and launching myself into the air far over the water and allowing myself only those few bits of time that it takes for me to fall to the surface to wonder with mild trepidation what the temperature of the bay might be today.
Today I love that I have slept in for two days in a row now. I love that I have lost my phone (fairly certain I left it at home on Saturday after the market) and therefore am only available to the rest of the world when I go online on my computer. I love that we had a morning conference and came to conclusions about our best plan of action for this day of returning home and we will be putting those plans into effect as soon as we can convince ourselves that we need to get ready to go home.
Today I love drinking coffee freely and knowing that it will not alleviate the high that life has given me nor the intoxication of love.