Only So Many Days In The Sun

Today the sun shined. Made some coffee, made breakfast, made bubbles for the dogs to chase, waited for computer meetings, fought clan wars, cleaned the puppies. It’s only three pm. So far, so good.

Like so many, we are trapped together by this thing, but seeing things in the bright light of this windy day, I feel freer than going through the routine of pre-Rona life. It’s not perfect, but its nothing to complain about. I spent today freely. We spent today together. It’s a blessing.

This will soon pass, and we will all fall back into a pattern. I’m not looking forward to that. I will come back to this time as I labor to make ends meet and wish for it all over again. I’m realizing now, through the angst and the anger, that this is good. Tonight I will write but today we spun, making soap bubbles like children beneath the sun, forgetting the worry and being present. Blessed is how I would say it. We only get so many days in the sun.