There is an absolutely wonderful feeling to waking up to beautiful sunshine.
Today is stormy and rainy, so I wanted to remember the beautiful light,
just the other day when potting up my spring flowers.
This time of year in the Pacific Northwest, sunshine is as elusive as the shadows it creates.
So when it shines, there is no taking it for granted.
I love the sunbeams as they stream in the morning light.
They warm the house and brighten the spirit.
It fills the heart with joy!
There is something so magical about the way it dances around the room.
The sunshine brings a promise of spring.
Who can resist the call to play outside in the warming rays?
To dream of better days to come.
But the warmth is brief, the cold wind blows,
reminding us that winter still holds it's icy grip.
The dark clouds battle with the lovely sunshine in dramatic plays of light.
Like mighty gods clashing in the ancient hills; darkness and light, warmth and cold.....
Who will win?
I watch the forces rage from the safety of my humble home.
Built sturdy and secure to protect from battles such as these.
The sun dips lower, escaping the dark, forbidding clouds to show it's brilliant power.
The victor in these waning hours, with undisputed majesty.
It's golden light gilding the landscape with riches beyond mere mortal's grasp.
I stand and watch, insignificant and small as these forces of nature compete for the sky.
And as the mighty forces fade, I remember to breathe.
As both are defeated by the mighty forces of darkness.