On this cloudy grey day
On the cloudy grey day that was today, there were but two moments of glorious light; one figurative, one literal.
This morning, one of the coordinators came in with her new daughter — baby Georgia. (Georgia is now one of my new favourite baby names.) She was passed around to various folks as babies often are; all ohh-ing and ahh-ing appropriately. There is something remarkable about children: they tap into a corner of everyone’s soul and joy quickly permeates the room. When the opportunity presented itself, I held the new little wonder for the rest of her visit; she and I in our own little world … she nestling contentedly in the crook of my arm, I marveling and growing ever contented myself. I think they just might have noticed if I “borrowed” her for a while. This morning, Georgia was my little ray of light.
I had relocated my workspace today to one beside a window and had the priviledge of witnessing hours of of gentle rain. Late this afternoon, I found myself squinting and not quite knowing why. A few moments later I realized that all things grey and been enveloped in sunlight poking through partly cloudy skies. Autumn is my favourite season: crisp mornings, flickering white butterflies, medolious songbirds and evenings that bask in rich golden sunlight. The skies are once again shrouded in dark blue-grey cover, but, this afternoon, I was offered my second ray of light.
