When I was a kid, I used to love summer mornings more than anything in the world. I can remember slowly cracking my eyes open in the morning and peeking out the windows to gauge the day. On my bedroom wall, I had created my own version of a modern sun-dial- I had marked off a couple notches along the border of an N’sync poster, and I could tell what time it was based on where the sun started to hit the poster. My twin-sized bed was situated underneath two skylights and across from two windows facing west. It was a game I played every morning- if I couldn’t see a sliver of cloud in any of those 4 windows, I immediately deemed the day a perfect, flawless summer day. I think we all had a version of that.
Today was that day. A perfect, flawlessly sunny day. Birds singing, a gentle breeze blowing, and even the smell of freshly-cut grass. I don’t knows if it gets any better than that.
And today was a rest day, a day where I sometimes go crazy with restlessness. But today I needed the rest, I needed to be lazy. I sat outside in the perfect sunshine for a while, enjoying the simple sensation of just sitting. I remembered the luxurious feeling of being at the beach in Maine with nothing but a good book and plenty of time. Here in Mississippi I may be miles from the ocean, but I enjoyed the same luxury as I passed a few hours just reading my book outside. (Side note: I’m reading a book called A Story Like the Wind, and it is so so good, if anyone is in need of a good read).
So now here I am, well-rested, caught up on reading, journaling, and being a couch-potato. Tomorrow I will cross into Alabama and am looking forward to having a partner, Chris Howard, to run some miles with me : ) No photos to share tonight, but just imagine your own version of the most perfect blue sky, and you’ll see where I am.