It's amazing and crazy.
We seem to be having a Seattle winter in June:
anything from mist to pouring rain almost everyday.
i try not to smile too much in public.
i admit that i'm not terribly sympathetic to those frowning faces
who find this weather depressing. They've had more than their fair
share of blazing, burning sunshine here in our neighborhood
over the past several summers.
i've discovered a few other souls in my neighborhood who
enjoy the weather i do.
We find ourselves speaking in whispers about how wonderful it has been.
i think of us as a Quiet Confederacy of Cloud and Rain Loving Folk.
i am tempted but i do not blurt out to acquaintances i pass in the
parking lot at the supermarket, "Isn't this gorgeous weather we're having?!"
The way almost everyone of them has when the sun has been scorching the life out of our gardens and countryside in past summers. But i do enjoy imagining the confused and confounded expressions it would illicit.
now that i've confessed my stinginess
i marvel at how dramatically different we can be in our needs and desires
i empathize with those who are truly depressed by weather.
May those who suffer find sunshine from other sources to fill the soul.
But i acknowledge it must be just as difficult for them now as it is when
i must find respite from the sun.
These conundrums of conflict leave me a bit dizzy trying to reconcile them.
i will stop trying
and go back to reveling in my blessings and not feel the least bit guilty for doing so.
On the few clear days that we've had
and, yes, i've enjoyed them
we have had some very pretty skies
and i purposely took pictures of faint whisps of clouds
then used Photoshop to discover the atmospheric beauty that
is invisible to my human eyes
magically (timing is everything)
one rare sunny afternoon i went out to take a little rest on
the hammock (with my favorite little pocket camera in hand).
After enjoying some long moments resting my computer burned eyes
i looked back in time to see
a pair of angels gliding by