It was one of those mornings that are the reason people come to California.
At least until they taste the politics.
When I came out of the house the air was fresh and cool. Some might have thought it chilly but the chemistry of my body at that moment gave a giggle of joy. It just had the feel of being at home and at peace.
As I drove toward work the sky was beginning to admit that the sun was coming. The sun itself was still putting on the shy act but there was enough of a hint to allow the mountains to announce they were still there. The air was clear and it was a joy to lift my eyes up to the hills, to borrow a phrase from Psalms 121. It was so glorious I occasionally forgot I shared the highway with narcissistic fools.
Even when I got out of the car at the bread place the air was celebrating the new day and telling me to cheer up. That is easy for the morning to say. It doesn’t have to try to teach 8th graders.
But I will take the glimmer of eternity when I can get it. If heaven is better than this I can hardly wait.
homo unius libri
About time you got out and experienced the fresh air.
ReplyDeleteIt certainly trumps the aroma of middle school, I am sure you will agree.
DeleteGrace and peace.