Today was so beautiful. The sun was playing peek-a-boo behind the scurrying clouds, and the wind tossed anything loose into the air as though to play with it. I sat on my back step and let the day blow away some of the aching of my head. The dogs out in their yards were cheerful, enjoying the cool breezes and playfully barking at birds. Startlingly red cardinals hopped among the tall grasses, glimpses of scarlet through the waving green stalks. Occasionally, the clouds covered the sun for several minutes at a time; whenever the sun broke through again, I felt my throat grow tight with unexpected joy.
Sometimes I just want this to be enough, this moment. Not to think ahead, not to dwell on the past, not to see everything as part of a timeline. Forget about the droning voice in my head reminding me of appointments, chores, duties, and pleasures still to come. I can't shout down the lists and the inspirations very often. I rarely allow myself to simply float. Fuss, fuss, fuss. Worry a bit. Spend time thinking about things I can't change. Spend a little more time wondering about things that I can't control. Add a smidgen of hypochondria when something unexpectedly aches for a moment. It's so busy inside me.
But out here, under the dusky green trees dappled with gold, when the wind is just right and the sun warms my skin, I grow still, and happy. Floating, not falling. All, as they say, here.