Lace and I went out to see the falling cherry blossom petals this morning. ❤
It all started because I woke up too early. I didn’t know what to do. I took my shower, did stretches, made my coffee, and sat in my clam shell sipping and looking out the window. Lace was there on the balcony. I looked at her wheel and the triangle of her frame and thought about reading for a bit. Then I thought, why not take Lace out around the lake?
When we started the sky turned my favorite shade of grey, dark and foreboding. Then lightning split the sky and from the rift successive blankets of hard-hitting rain baptized us. With the rain, the final cherry blossom petals departed from their homes and flew on twirling wisps of wind around us. The bite of cold is gone from the air, and the only sensation in my skin was the soak of raindrops.
Coming back against the wind, my mouth filled with droplets, water coming down harder than before. Every part of me was drenched. Lace’s brakes whined a little in the final stretch. Sorry, sweetie, we’ll be home soon.
Back at home, we dried off with a warm, fluffy towel and I sipped a bit more before going to work. Coming down from that has left me passive and ready to rest. But my day has just begun…