Dolly and I were so happy to wake this morning to find the sunshine streaming round the edges of the blinds and, when I pulled them open, flooding into the house. Oh, Joy!
Later on we had a truly heavy shower, with the rain-splash leaping up way over ankle-height and, the wonder of it!, a bright blue sky overhead. You have to take a delight in weather when you live in Wales. We get so much of it.
So, I went hunting for a song to go with my day and ended up with good John Denver. It was tempting to go for Sunshine on my Shoulders but I was delighted to find a video of him having a laugh and a good song. I like to see him happy. Happy and John Denver go together, at least in my eyes:
And a little bit of laughter does us all good, rain or shine.
There’s a whole lot of songs about sunshine but, somehow, like a fire in the full light of the sun, they warm best on darker days.
I’ve had a some truly dark days this past few weeks, when the black dog came scratching at my door. Only to be expected and, indeed, I’d not feel too good about myself if it were not so.
For a while. I can’t be doing with too much of the blackness, not for too long. Just long enough to spark me into corrective action. So I’ve taken a couple of measures that are appropriate to me. Not for public consumption. Suffice it to say that I’m over it now, and bouncing along through these quiet days on a happy little cloud, all of my own.
