As I think of the weeks that lie ahead, many things cross my mind. Yes, Christmas is upon us again, but it hasn’t quite descended upon our home life yet. I know it will in a week or so, and have spent much of today feeling the beginnings of worry I’ve grown accustomed to over the years related to “getting ready.” But I’m thinking I need to get rid of the worries, and know that everything always works out.
I head outside for my nightly visit with the sky and am surprised by the wind. The palm fronds are tapping insistently against one another, and I inhale, expecting the slightest scent of the ocean, but instead, it’s someone’s late night dryer load filling the air, making me think of the laundry I didn’t do today. The sky is a ceiling of clouds tonight, so there will be no gazing or counting of lucky stars. The air is lovely, and not what you might expect on an early December night — even here.
That means the windows will be open again tonight, and at some point, one of us will get up to silence the clacking the blinds make against the window sill.
It probably won’t be me.