The sun's shining this morning for the first time in a week or so. I feel a strange sense of contentment although whether it's raining or sunny makes no difference to my life. I'll do the same things today whether the sun is in the sky or whether there is water lapping at the edges of the levees. There are some people, I suppose, who look at the sky and say, "Great, I'll be able to work in the garden today," but that's not me. Marilyn's first thought when she looked out the window was, "Great, I'll be able to get the sheets on the line," but that's not me either.
Some might envy me for my ability to remain the same whether it is raining or the sun is shining and I suppose it is a gift.
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