Today, it was raining down sunshine at lunch, and so off we went—
the pupper, a plate full of sandwich, a collection of pages wrapped in the sweetness of new-book magic, and me—
to the absolute-most buttery part of our yard, to drink it all in.
In the mornings, I bundle into layers—
a fleece-lined cozyhat, a hoodie, houndstooth fleece gloves, a puffy down marshmallow of a jacket—
and we burst through the front door into a just-woken-up world,
the love of my life & our pupper & me.
This morning, the sky was tinted like cotton candy ribbons;
yesterday, it was an overcast grey, barely shot through with whispery tendrils of purples and pastel pink.
At night, we wait until mere breaths before dark before we go to the lake where gold is growing in the trees and reflecting back off the water.
And every single time, in the moment I notice the leaves all lit up & glimmering, my soul feels freshly tucked in.
There’s so much beauty in the world.
Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… and then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude.