It's raining. The wind blows, causing the trees across the street to take deep bows. It is a cool, dark day--enough so to make me want to put on my fleece, light candles, and cook lunch in the oven for the first time this summer. I can feel a change of seasons in the air--and it feels good. I have had my fill of hot, humid summer days and wait with longing for the leaves to turn crimson and orange, fall to the ground, and be replaced by snow. My body wants coolness and room to breathe--but today, I find myself able to wait more patiently now that my cold weather cravings have been temporarily satisfied. Others might not agree with me and that's all right. I like the idea of at least one person loving what another person hates; things have a way of balancing each other out that way. Even the soft yellow light from the living room lamp has a way of balancing out an otherwise gloomy day. Vinny plays piano in its glow while rain continues to fall in heavy drops. The leaves shiver.
I've just woken up from a nap.