It is really astounding to me how different my drive home feels.
I would say it is mood dependent–
but is more mood determinate.
I usually find the drive home frustrating at night.
It’s a let down from enjoyable activities or a chance to ruminate
on things better left unpacked in my brain.
Tonight was stunning.
The sky was beautiful.
I listened to music that literally saved my soul once again.
I should mention I am stressed beyond all belief this week.
And I don’t have much way to diffuse it.
The people around me don’t seem to be in such great spaces either.
I feel perfect right now.
My circumstances haven’t changed but I feel great.
I will take it, thank you.
The truly Spring weather is probably a big help.
The past couple days have been so . . . summer.
Which is good and bad. hahah.
I guess my drive yesterday was good for that reason.
I noticed that feeling my hair dry in the air conditioning
and listening to Spelling Bee were decidedly “Summer.”
It doesn’t help that the room I am in now is practically a
shrine to the last late summer.
I didn’t spend time in here past fall when it got cold.
And spent less time in here when it continually reminded
me of the loss of my grandmother.
But today, I am good.
And this room is a sanctuary.
And I am having a nice retreat before the
busy-ness of tomorrow blows me back to reality.