It’s raining this morning while the household sleeps. It’s a wonderfully tropical rain that echoes with solace. I’ve been sitting in my sky chair, reading and feeling content.
It’s a rare day off and I intend squeeze every last drop of enjoyment out of it. I don’t usually indulge myself this way but why not? What reason would the clamor and rigor of daily life have other than to afford moments like this? Moments made even sweeter by their rarity. Times when I can clear my head and think clearly about where I am, what I’m doing . . etc, etc.
I can’t help but feeling grateful. Grateful for all the love have in my life. Even grateful for the love I miss. I am lucky to have found it at all. I know that all things pass so while I’m here in now I appreciate the wonderful things around me.
Enough musings, I am back to my book.