Lately, I've been pushing the clock. Each morning the sun rises earlier, and each morning I rise a little later.
Mind you, I don't rush to make up the time. I've got my morning routine down pretty well. Open eyes, stretch, turn off the alarm that I never use. Peer out the window sleepy-faced, and stretch with pleasure because the sun is out. Grab my outfit (gone are the days when I needed to try on everything and similarly kick off everything in an attempt to be fashionable, comfortable and coordinated. Now I just trust my innate sexiness to pull of whatever I wear), then head to the bathroom.
My morning routine normally takes about 20 minutes. In the winter, I complete this with my eyes still half closed and so not in the mood for facing the dark morning. Now? It is May, baby.
I walked out the door today to the most sexy weather I've encountered all year, with exception to that anomalous period of summer-like high temperatures in March during the solar storm. For the first morning I've ever stepped out in 2012, it was warm.
Now, I realize that warm and cold are variable measures, because they depend solely on our own personal perception of heat and lack of heat. So, taking this into consideration, I grant that FINE everyone has already been going out in their tees and sandals and whatnot skimpy attire they decide to celebrate a one degree raise in the thermostat. Whuddeva.
Cold just clings onto me. I can't explain it. I get cold easily. If you must insist on some sort of explanation I will regale you with this: opposites attract. Please do the simple calculation in your head so that I may retain some sort of sense of humbleness.
So when I walked out, I breathed out a delighted "Wow." Right now, my little weatherboxthingy on the corner of my desktop states "Fog." I look out the window, okay yes fog. But but, sexy fog.
Because somehow, magically, the sunshine is radiating out of that blanket of fluff and it is just illuminating over everything, and warming my back and....<we pause for a Purr-break.>
There is a bit of humidity and yet it's so perfectly matched with that spring-chill of a breeze that still rejuvenates you when you breath in deeply, or when it washes past your face like a teasing caress.
It's not hot and it isn't cold. And, to toss in more positives, it is Thursday. I walked into my office earlier to be met with loud laughter. I walked into the back and demand "WHY do I hear laughter so early in the morning?!" They all pause, and I continue, "It's not even Friday, so why are you laughing?" And they continue their laughter as they tell me the story. Yes, it is Thursday, meaning finally, almost, so closely, Friday.
Let us rejoice.
My morning routine normally takes about 20 minutes. In the winter, I complete this with my eyes still half closed and so not in the mood for facing the dark morning. Now? It is May, baby.
I walked out the door today to the most sexy weather I've encountered all year, with exception to that anomalous period of summer-like high temperatures in March during the solar storm. For the first morning I've ever stepped out in 2012, it was warm.
Now, I realize that warm and cold are variable measures, because they depend solely on our own personal perception of heat and lack of heat. So, taking this into consideration, I grant that FINE everyone has already been going out in their tees and sandals and whatnot skimpy attire they decide to celebrate a one degree raise in the thermostat. Whuddeva.
Cold just clings onto me. I can't explain it. I get cold easily. If you must insist on some sort of explanation I will regale you with this: opposites attract. Please do the simple calculation in your head so that I may retain some sort of sense of humbleness.
Because somehow, magically, the sunshine is radiating out of that blanket of fluff and it is just illuminating over everything, and warming my back and....<we pause for a Purr-break.>
There is a bit of humidity and yet it's so perfectly matched with that spring-chill of a breeze that still rejuvenates you when you breath in deeply, or when it washes past your face like a teasing caress.
It's not hot and it isn't cold. And, to toss in more positives, it is Thursday. I walked into my office earlier to be met with loud laughter. I walked into the back and demand "WHY do I hear laughter so early in the morning?!" They all pause, and I continue, "It's not even Friday, so why are you laughing?" And they continue their laughter as they tell me the story. Yes, it is Thursday, meaning finally, almost, so closely, Friday.
Let us rejoice.
