Unlike so many other people around the globe, I am lucky enough to be alive to witness another glorious day. Sun shining, breeze blowing, no whining, coffee flowing. The window of my favorite weather is wide open–that interlude of early spring, when the temperature hovers around 70, and you get the high-drama changability that characterizes this time of year. Dark clouds, hard, insistent rain, then an explosion of sunshine and wet earth smells. I can pretend I live in San Francisco for a few weeks, before this pleasantness gives way to the brutality of a Chicago summer. Just drinking it in while it lasts.
And here I get to sit, in this lovely little cafe with it’s eclectic song selection and tasty brownie bites, surrounded by other laptap sporting individuals probably writing blogs of their own. It’s insignificant in the grand scheme of things, this satisfying moment, and colored not a little by my guilt at being able to have it, but since it’s given me, I will not squander it but will glory in it and celebrate its fleeting-ness.
