"I hope I never get used to this"
300 Days of Sun.
I’ve been to the top of Colorado and back at least once this month. June has been a great appetizer for the rest of the Summer. It’s hard to believe June is over and July’s oncoming summer heat is waiting there for me to take it’s hand and see what our time holds.
The great thing about Summer is that when the sun stays up longer you get the chance to see things in a different light. The morning rise bathes the streets and streaks through my windows reminding me of the impending alarm(s).
The sun gets a bit higher as the birds chirp louder, and warm their lungs with the air. The rest of world starts their day. Eventually it is mid-day, and we can feel the real heat of our distant friend that we orbit.
Afternoon comes and goes, and the work day closes. To our delight the sun is still in the sky beckoning us to join her. Eventually comes the evening as the sun begins it’s descent. Shadows grow longer, colors in the sky bloom as they steal our breath.
There was a moment this month, right after a rainstorm that I saw the sun set over the Eastern Rockies. I audibly ‘wowed’ and said:
"I hope I never get used to this".
The sun finally sets, and the sister moon lights the night.
In the Summer, I don’t miss the sun as much. In my mind, I know I’ll see it soon. But in the Winter I crave it’s warmth and curse the sky when she’s gone.
I don’t always see the blessings and greatness around me, until it’s gone or missing. I hope I never get accustom to life, become content, and forget how amazing each minute of each hour of each day IS and can be.
I’m trying to remember this again and again:
"Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy come with the morning."
I’m trying to remember that each morning is a joy that I hope I’ll never get used to, or forget.