Beautiful things

It’s the nicest thing when outside suits your insides like it knew just what you needed. We’ve had too much light and bright. I don’t remember the last time it rained. Even the cloudy days haven’t had that dark weighty tinge to them. There have been no hissing tires on wet pavement, no soft spatters on windows, no earthy scent of damp decay. These are things that bring me peace, and I have missed them. Today is a bit of consolation. That dark pewtery gray rolls overhead. There’s no chance of rain, but there’s that quiet quality to the light. A little fitful breeze now and then but nothing too persistent. I think this is what they call a gloomy day, but the colors glow. The dead things become gold, the greens are emerald. The bare branches stand still and contemplative. A body can breathe on days like this. Just think and feel and breathe and be. Take a minute in the quiet, walk a little slower, listen to the sounds. There’s an intimacy there between the world and the soul, like two old friends under a blanket fort. Maybe it’s just that particular kind of intimacy I get to missing. It is a very good day today. 🙏❤😌