I daresay that we will complain about the weather no matter what it brings. But sometimes it feels perfectly suited to the needs of the soul - regardless of whether that's white and wet, or dry and warm.
Finished reading a friends screenplay last night. It is amazing. Raised a lot of emtional memories. Made me reflect on my children growing up far too fast (26, 24 and 17), and pining for the days of hanging out on blankets in parks with a pile of books, snacks, wiffle balls/bats, frisbees and extra bread for the hungry birds. People I miss. People I've lost. People I've lost touch with. Dreams that we hang on to inspite of everything and the people around us that help us hold on and let us get a leg up when we accidentally shift and let go of the rope for a split second. Thankfulness.Then this morning-sunshine. Glorious.
"A civilization is as great as its dreams, and its dreams are dreamt by artists."