In the morning one half of an hour before the sun rises, I pull back the curtain on the door to the balcony and raise the blinds. The light of the new sun turns the shadows golden. I watch the darkness of the eastern sky change into splashes of color. I think about how far the light has traveled to reach me standing there with a cup of hot tea in my hands. When I was young, I used to imagine one day living in a house with a porch facing east. I thought about sitting on the porch in the early light to watch the sunrise every morning. Happily, in this apartment, the windows in the living room and the kitchen face east. There is another apartment building across the way which blocks part of the sky. I can see the eastern sky south of that building, though, through a line of trees.
Smiles are like sunshine. When I smile at someone and they don’t smile back, I feel the chill that comes when the sun goes down and I have forgotten my jacket. It could be that their sun isn’t shinning that day or it could be that it simply isn’t shinning at me. Either way, I don’t have to stay cold. I can wrap myself in the warmth of remembered love and the beauty I have seen. I can open the window and listen to the birds sing. And then in the morning, I can watch the sunrise again.
I opened my kitchen window this afternoon to let in some fresh air. I heard a solitary bird sing a few times. In the days to come, others will join in and soon it will be a symphony.
The sky was clear when I was running this evening. The constellation Orion was holding a conversation with the moon in the western sky. I ran 7.1 miles. It was a good run. I had to run on the snow and the grass next to the sidewalk at times due to ice patches on the sidewalk. At running time, the temperature was 28 degrees with a wind from the north of 5 mph. The high temperature is predicted to be 55 degrees tomorrow and, on Monday, it might reach 60 degrees.
Take care and thanks for reading.