I have been longing for winter. Longing for grey days and rain; scarves and hats and mittens. And I have been gloomy for a while with these endless summer days that don’t seem to want to go away. But I’ve decided that it is useless moping. That I should be happy with the here and now. That I should be thankful for the sun, even though we need rain so much, because without the sun I would not be able to look out of my window and appreciate the sunset.
I am grateful for this mostly lazy weekend that has just passed. For time to catch up on some reading. For rest. For an extra hour in bed last night. For the little things which really are the big things.