Carolina Blue… It’s
hard to think of being here without a sky that is almost hard to believe. Day after day it settles into your soul,
offering a setting for the sun with no blemish.
I heard that they built the sound stages here because the weather is
fair almost all the time. I’d
disagree. It’s not fair, it’s
excellent. The flowers bloom even
without good soil. It has to be that
sky.
I remember when I first moved to San Francisco, the
weather was so clear all the time that the first time it rained, I danced in
it. I was so used to storms that it was
anxiety provoking to live without them.
Maybe age has offered me a new peace. I don’t need the pushes and pulls of storms
to provide a rhythm in my living. Each
day does that with its rising and setting.
There is enough there to allow me the space that change offers.
Maybe this is a place of peace. Smiles seem to come easier here. I know it drives some crazy, all this pleasantness. I’m sorry for them. Personally I’ll accept it, this peace beneath
the Carolina sky.
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