I don't divulge my emotional compass to make other people uncomfortable, to evoke pity or to cause alarm. I share because it is cathartic for me.
So with my peace said, I feel compelled to put it out there that today is a better day. Today is a good day. Today the smallest of things are bringing me big joy. Small things like lying in bed talking about the day ahead with T. Bone, seeing the prehistoric looking crane standing still on the lagoon's edge, watching the formidable hawk take flight across the field being mobbed by a blackbird, feeling the wispy breeze mitigating the oppressive heat, enduring a sweaty, fast four miles faster yet because I'm well into The Great Gatsby, enjoying a baguette and a good hunk of aged cheddar and sitting here giddy over the reality of a free and clear afternoon.
Today I close with this from The Great Gatsby...
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had the familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
There was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down from the breath-giving air.
I close with this because I feel like life is beginning over again with the new day today.
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