The sun is shining again this morning. I thought I had seen the last of it for the year. It lifts me in ways I can’t describe. Even above the cold and sore throat I woke up with. Above the aches and shivers and chills. I love the sun.
I wish I could hold onto moments. Memory can never reproduce that feeling. Golden sunshine through the dying leaves. Dazzling light bouncing off the rain-soaked ground. Steamy breath rising from happy people, joyous for the last of the sunshine.
Close the door. Time to work.