Last evening we had a thunderstorm; I was working at the time so had little opportunity to experience or enjoy it. After the storm passed there was a superb display as the sunset illuminated the last of the trailing cumulonibus clouds over the lake. This morning new clouds are building over the mountains; although the forecast is for no rain, as I watch the clouds rise towards the sun, I wonder.
This week we are sleeping in the upstairs master bedroom. The first traces of morning light arrive around four-thirty, along with a chorus of bird song. By six the sky is flush with sunrise brighted clouds, usually altocumulus; the resulting interplay of Mediterranean blue sky and painted cloud is a joy to behold.
We have settled into Vermont summer, with warm, bright days and gloriously cool, star filled nights. Now, at mid-morning, the day is still cool, although the heat is rising here in the upstairs study. The remnants of the cup of fresh coffee I brewed myself twenty minutes ago is barely warm and I am longing to turn it in for an iced version. This is one of those fine days when I can easily imagine settling in for a conversation with E.B. White, and a pig or two, about the weather, news of the greater world, and the progress we are, or aren’t, making on our reading lists.
It seems to me that we desperately need those leisurely conversations about life, moments largely, or completely, devoid of attention to the pressing events unfurling in the background. I don’t get nearly enough of such conversations, and find myself imagining a not so distant future when they are more abundant. Maybe that’s why I find myself wanting to write about the small news of the day here on my blog.
What’s your small news, the details of your life that shine like lighthouses in the dark, and guide you home? Wanna share some?