I am a little rummy this morning, too few hours of sleep subsequent to a late night with friends and two shots of Basil Hayden’s. But my only hangover is a residual glow from the love that surrounded me last night, and this glow is burnished by elements of the morning.
A new bird song outside the window, so truly “chirpy”. And as I leave my apartment, I pass under the arch of rhododendrons that bloom beside my door, gigantic light rose-pink blossoms almost as large as my head. Then I walk passed the roses, sunrise yellow and pink so enthuised about blooming that the weight of their heads bend their stems.
My car starts and the radio deigns to function, enfusing my commute with great music. My level of tolerance is high, and I glide through any aggravation I might have with other drivers. I enter a cycle of green lights, a simple yet treasured gift from the universe.
And through the thirty-some minutes of driving, I return again and again to a sense of deep gratitude for the friends and family I have gathered over the years. These are the greatest gift from the universe; I am so very wealthy.
(and, grateful.)