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Today was that kind of summer day that started off gloomy and then slowly revealed itself as a velvet-shiny sort of day.
The sort of day that makes it easy to spend the first portion of it reading in bed until the light signals to you that it's time to tumble into the rest of the day---doing small chores and errands and walks that involve lovely, unawkward conversations with strangers that make you feel proud of yourself for not retreating.
The kind of day that makes you curious about the way the light crosses the porch and what sort of dinner might do that light justice in the evening and how many good views you'll see on the road trip you have planned and what will happen if the hydrangeas continue their fancy show they've been putting on and you feel just perfectly FINE and then you realize that, soon before you know it, it will be Christmas and you think that in certain moments and on certain days you have the best life despite and because of all of it and you know down to your bones for several true hours just how lucky you are.
7 comments:
I want my prickly Cupcake back, this one's too soft.
Never fear. I'm still here, in the corner, seething with judgy thoughts.
Oh I love this Cupcake! So captured what I was thinking this very day, except that the light never appeared in the afternoon in Colorado, but still ok, because it meant more reading and napping on top of The Shone on the couch! And P.S. - I really hope you are writing your novel!!
I, too, hope you are writing because, man . . . you just take my breath away.
I was wondering something. Totally your call. Can I spotlight you on my blog? I think you are just extraordinary, on both your brilliantly hilarious days and the days like these. I completely understand if you don't want to, but I would love all my readers to see what an absolutely incredible writer you are.
What was the dinner that did the light justice?
I'd love to be spotlighted on your blog Joann. Thank you all for the niceness---it makes me nauseous almost as we all know I suffer from Doubt Esteem. I couldn't write fiction to save my life BUT! I did write a poetry book that just got published. I linked to it from the Tuesday Poem --- if you follow that you will get a review, more poems and my REAL identity. This is getting more fun by the day.
You capture moods so perfectly, Cupcake.
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