In my little corner of the world, warm and cold fronts have moved in and out like my moods. A week ago it was thirty degrees on Wednesday, seventy on Thursday, and back down to thirty-five on Friday. And today it is a sunny sixty-five! What a beautiful day! As it turns out, I feel too rotten to go out to play. I wonder if I can blame my sickness on the tremendous shifts in temperature.
From my picture window, I am watching the wind tickle the leaves of the Azaleas. I wish I could feel the warm breeze skirt across my face and the warmth of the sun shining across my shoulders. I can feel the heat of the sun on my face…or is that fever?
This weather reminds me of the “Indian Summers” we experience in the fall, just enough to tease us before it turns bitter. It seems our spirits go up and down, swaying to the tune of the weather. I’m hoping that winter really is over. I look forward to walking along the beach, hiking through the woods, and biking some trails. I’m tired of being cooped up in the house. Yes, I have gotten out some, but not nearly as often as I do in the other three seasons.
I see the green shoots thrusting from the earth in my gardens, and I hope an unexpected frost doesn’t arrive to wipe them out. I am ready for all the beautiful green hues of grass and leaves. I look forward to the fragrance that walks hand in hand with the colors of the flowers. I want to hear the birds sing, the bees buzz, and the crickets chirp.
I don’t see any clouds of uncertainty hanging over us today, only a bright and beautiful sun in an azure sky. It is surely the weather to put smiles on faces and a kick in ones step.
Weather changes like my mind, finding the rhythm of life. And yes, there is a purpose for the rain and the sun. Today I am thankful for the sun.