Thursday, September 23, 2010

Cold, Gray Blanket

Waking up in the Caribbean is one of life's greatest treats. Sounds of the roosters and dogs and the heat on your skin already, even though the sun has only just arrived. Looking out into the breadfruit trees, mango, papaya, avocado. The birds, big and small, singing their wake up songs. It is a taste of heaven.

Waking in Washington, as the summer slides into fall, even though the rain and cold have been here for a while already, is like a sigh, a deep breath, and telling yourself, "You can do this. Just get up and make the most of it." Sounds kinda harsh, I admit, but life beneath the cold, gray blanket can be discouraging. Especially in the winter months, which, if you live here you know are between October and July. Still, there is a beautiful peace in living up here. Water and mountains and clean air. Crime is rare and schools are progressive.

I am happy to be home, and I will spend my time beneath the cold, gray blanket dreaming of Caribbean mornings and will appreciate the sun that much more the next time I see it.