A Saturday night always glows more warmly in the mind when thought of on a Sunday night. Yesterday we had our first hint of summer, as temperatures soared, and a rainstorm washed away the dusty remnants of a sweaty afternoon spent mostly outside cleaning the yard. I managed to make some headway on the spring cleaning, which is good because we are behind on that front. Home ownership, blah, blah, blah.
By seven o’clock, the rainstorm arrived, and it was then that I began my daily meditation. I lit a few candles and watched the soft light against the darkening sky. Even as the rain fell, and the clouds swirled, the world looked blue from inside the living room.
A stormy night seems at odds with the song selection here, and that sort of contrast is life. It sets the mood, sparking a sort of aural light, burning like running water.
Andy has started the process of opening the pool, starting with draining the water off the pool cover. Spring has been set into motion.
