Thursday, April 29, 2010

Sun gets in my eyes

There is was again this morning. My old friend Sol.

It has been about two months since Sol's brightness was noticeable during my morning commute and this morning as I left the club after an atypically good racquetball match, Sol was staring directly into my eyes.

It hurt--but at the same time it felt so good.

The sky was crystal clear--not a cloud in sight for the first time in almost a week. And for the first time since the time change to daylight savings time--Sol was there to greet me and fill my inner self with warmth and light.

Yet--it was a brisk 38 degree morning even so.

I barely felt the cold as I was greeted. And I was reminded--I love sunshine!

I was feeling good already because I overcome, even briefly, the crappy racquetball I have been playing and put together three strong games. Sol's light made me feel even better and more positive about the incredibly busy day that was ahead.

I stopped for a moment to appreciate the light, the clear blue sky, the crisp air, and the day ahead.

Robert Frost wrote a poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" about a similar situation during the winter. My stopping during the warmer seasons is far more applicable to my personal situation, but the ending of the poem still rings too true:

But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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