Monday, April 14, 2008
So far, spring has been uncharacteristically gloomy. Even during chilly springs in DC, I expect lots of sunshine, but not this year. Based on how much more energetic I feel just by virtue of having to squint because of the light, I understand fully why it was so hard to live in Oregon when I did, way back when. I know there are those who feel soothed and happy under grey skies, but I'm not one of them.
It's handy to know that cloudy weather creates a sluggish, cloudy Reya. Also good to know that if and when the sunshine reappears, I'm likely to feel a surge of energy. The weather predicts me, as always. And, too, I worship Brother Sol, I really do.
Today the bright ball of fire and light, aka the sun, is shining at full mid-spring strength. The air is sparkling, birds are chirping and Jake is giving me a mournful look that means, "Let's get out into this dazzling day!" He's right of course, and so, I'm off.