There’s something wonderful that happens when we reach the end of a process. It’s the breathing. I finally breathe. Big gulps of air. And seeing. You see things that were there (maybe) but you didn’t before notice. I’ve not come to this after having experienced a profound life-altering situation or the completion of a milestone decades long project. It’s the weather. The weather this weekend brought me here. After this long cold stretch, winter–so greedy, ruthless, and relentless in its encroachment on spring’s domain–finally retreated, and the glorious blue skies and warm weather enveloped me. My mood, so good.
I felt compelled to be out and about. Friday night, I had the privilege of special company; we dr(u)nk whiskey and gorged on delicious Arturo’s pizza while enjoying a private performance by Erik Frandsen. Then a lazy wake-up, stroll, and brunch al fresco followed by a beautiful golf outing with a gorgeous boy, and a Sunday on the roof, celebrating a friend’s birthday as the sun set.
Finally… renewal. It’s a sweet beginning.