the sun is my lady
The world was shining that morning! I don't know if I ever mention enough how much I love the sun. Do I say it enough? The sun is my lady. (Thanks Mr. Sinatra). A few weeks back, optimism oozed out of every corner of the city, the sun shone in blue skies and the temperature was in the sixties! I know, right! the sixties! in February! in Ohio! Are you still with me on this? It was a Friday and families were out. Everyone was taking in the sun. With babies in arms and in strollers. tourists in funny hats (okay, we really don't have
It would be downright mean of me not to share this with you. birds singing in the trees. dancing dogs. blue skies. visions of golden streams of sunshine. it has been months...in fact way back last year the last time it was so fine outside. and we drank it in, every golden drop of it. mighty fine, Clementine! I believe that if you follow your heart, you can't go far wrong, so, instead of a day planned sitting in a cozy movie theater, we opted for golden rays, lunch eaten in the sun still glistening from the last snowfall and pulled all that positive energy towards us with all we had, swirling with our new-found natural energy. You don't have to follow suit, but I do suggest that when the sun plays outside, so should you, just to start the blood circulating.
It's hard not to catch your breath when looking at water in the sunlight, it's just the best, and it won't leave you feeling like you've eaten too much chocolate. Did I mention that it's hard not to catch your breath when looking at water in the sunlight? It's the sun's fault that we're still a bit giddy here. But the weather has gone haywire and seems to believe that it's April. We were greeted with cheerful sunshine at most hours of the day, and even at dusk it was creating a lovely pink sky which gives a sort of Norwegian Wood effect.
This afternoon, the light was so beautiful, so enchanting. I squinted, looking through the tree to see as much as I could, to bring more of it into my view. The sun arcs behind us as it goes to set in the west but in the winter, very little light gets through. This winter sun is so precious, so cheering, it makes you want to save all of it.
I don't know how long this summery weather will last, but I hope for it again tomorrow and the next day...but I think I know their number's up.
I am moved by melodies. by poetry. by stories. even more so, by flavor. by aroma, by zest. by style and a sense of place. by the sea. by the light...slanted patches of bright pushing through from outside and spilling everywhere can elevate my mood to above and beyond. just the promise of a glimpse will send my heart racing. chasing light is like being after little bits of pleasure for my heart. catching it touches my soul.
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