A Beautiful Morning

This was the happiest morning I’ve had for a long time… probably since my return from France, with Christmas day being an obvious exception. Go ahead, ask me why: Why was this 30° morning so much better than all the rest over the past three months?

It was beautiful – and I could actually see it. For the first morning in a long time, I could watch the world pass by on my commute to work. I think it’s that sight of outside beauty – the sky, the sea, the architecture – that makes me smile uncontrollably cheek to cheek. Maybe that’s why I was so at peace in Camarat, and it probably explains why I love summer so much – bright green, blue, orange, everywhere!

Upon arrival in Boston, I was even more excited to see the wonder of the city. Sunlight danced off the pastel-painted outsides of buildings, illuminating the unique variety of architecture: curves and domes, contemporary designs, block-shaped office towers that don’t make you think of faceless business men. The sky was that gorgeous turquoise blue I swear only happens in Boston. Wisps of pure white clouds hung gently in the atmosphere, contrasting their background oh-so-playfully. It brought wonderful words to my mind: whimsical, warmth, spring and summer.

Even the construction scenes that dominated my walk to work all winter are fading out as the project wraps up – or at least moves elsewhere. They’re building a green park, you know. Progress. Peace. Life…

I become so depressed in the winter because winter is simply so ugly and brutal. The words use to describe winter-related things – bleak, harsh, barren, cold, frigid – have such negative connotations. Winter kills life. Winter makes it too cold to go outside. Winter turns everything dull and gray. Winter sucks, man.

About the only good thing that can come of winter – as seen through the words used to describe it – is a beautifully fallen fresh blanket of pure white snow. That is peaceful. Romantic. When it clings to the fences or the rooftops of barns, that’s countryesque and endearing. But it never lasts. Dirt stirs from the earth and turns it brown. Dogs pea and it becomes yellow. People walk and that undisturbed blanket turns into a chaos of chunky ice cubes. Yuck.

So it may still be freezing outside. The lil ground hog may have predicted six (five now!) more weeks of winter. But as far as I’m concerned, when the sun is up and the sky is blue – spring (AND SUMMER!) is on the way!