Sunday, April 10, 2016
My Sunday Morning Window
The Sun is streaming in through my Sunday morning window. It is teasing me, giving me that come hither look to bolt outside into the warm embrace of an early Spring Day. I look at the thermometer strategically placed next to my Sunday morning window. It tells me the Sun is offering up nothing but false hope, pulling a prank, hoping to entice me to take part in it's cruel joke. There will be no warm embrace, no warming of my cheeks as I step out into the Sun. It will be just the evil chuckle of a chill as it travels down my spine when the frozen wind hits me in the face instead.
So, I sit on the inside looking out and imagine a warm day unfolding beyond the glass of my Sunday morning window. And though I know deep down I am only fooling myself, I also know that if I wait for the robins to step down from their roosts, I will know then the day unfolding outside of my Sunday morning window will at least be cordial.
Later Gator, I have a bike ride to enjoy ...................................................