|This is Not Me. |
Although, he looks how
I felt and we have the same
Weather wise, it was my perfect day. I love days when a wind that is a little colder than the air is blowing and and a very gentle sun is shining, one that you can just feel on your cheek bones when who look up.
My little almost-nap on the wall put me in a fantastically good mood. What is there to be discontented about when I can lie in the sun? One of those moods where you can look at things that aren't perfect, things that might usually irritate or dissatisfy you, and say "this is good" and mean it.
I think it's important to have joy in the "during" and not just the "completed" of life, to make time even when there isn't any for little things like sunning. Even when it seems like I am hellishly busy, if I really think about it, I can spare a minute or two to sit in the sun, or go for a walk, or sip a cup of tea or even read a poem. I always find that I come back feeling a little bit better, even if it is onlyjust a little bit.
So, go sun. Your life and your manuscript will still be there when you get back.
*I also compulsively hummed the Shire Theme for the rest of the day.