Mmmm. It's been so nice here in Texas. Especially as I listen to weather reports around the country. I know I wouldn't like to live in a snowy climate any more. My body would have a hard time adapting to that. I used to be invigorated by the cold! What happened to that girl?
I was thinking this morning that this was just about perfect. The day warms up and then the night cools down considerably. In the morning my furnace kicks on just to take the chill out of the house as I'm shuffling over to the coffee pot to make a cup of fresh brew. Of course that Texas heat that we all love to complain about will return in time too, but for now.... I'm just enjoying.
Yesterday as I ran my errands and walked to my car I felt this "beachy" feeling. I don't know how to explain it except to say it reminded me of days gone by. It brought me back to a time sitting on a beach blanket at the New Jersey shore with a warm ocean breeze blowing through my hair and the warmth of the sun soaking into my skin. To riding bicycles on the boardwalk in Wildwood. Funny how a sight, smell, or some random thought can do that. I'm beginning to hear the birds sing again in the morning. The winter months can be so quiet. It seems all living things go into a silent rest.
Seasons. There is a time for that silent rest.
I have satellite radio in my car. There are some good programs and I always seem to learn something or take away some "food for thought". I used to find myself saying to Edd "today I heard this on the radio.... they were talking about.... What do you think of that?" We talked about anything and everything. Today I heard someone make a comment that "Depression is when nothing matters. Sadness is when everything matters." Made me realize I don't have a tendency toward depression. Even after all that has happened .... But sadness... yes. There seems to be a poignancy to everything.
But today? Today I'll relish life, breathe deeply and put one foot in front of the other moving forward knowing I'd miss so much if I didn't.
One faces the future with one's past. ~Pearl S. Buck