...the rain is gone!
We've had a weird weather front hovering over the islands the last few days; days that had us waking to the sound of rainfall on our roof, a sky the color of ash and low temps that prolonged the wake-up process, our bodies begging to keep us in bed and under the covers. There is a tangible comfort in days reminiscent of winter; a chill that requires a sweatshirt, fuzzy socks on the feet and an inkling for warm soup in the belly. For about five minutes. Because I love me some sun.
6:40am: The rain is gone and the skies are blue. I awake to a symphony of bird songs and monarch butterflies dancing in the breeze outside our bedroom window. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee makes its way into the bedroom and a lazy, purring, 11-pound kitty sits like a heavy rock on top of my belly. Life is grand!
And I'm all about keeping it real. It'd be great if I were outdoors, relaxing and celebrating the Sun's glorious return. But I'm not. Instead, I am sitting in my office, under a low sky of fluorescent lighting, a temperamental copy machine humming to my right and an overly enthusiastic air-conditioner that sinks the office temperature to that of a meat-locker. I am so hungry my stomach is eating itself, my feet are cold and in dire need of a pedicure, I'm having a bad hair day and I'd rather be painting...plein air style. Adulthood is so overrated.
But yeah. Life is still grand. :)