lazy

Today is a lazy day. The sun is hiding its face behind the dull grey clouds and sweet raindrops of mercy are gracing us with their presence. I awoke to a cool breeze blowing across my face and the sweet symphony of nature playing outside my window. I stood on the porch this morning, all alone, reflecting on the plethora of thoughts inside.

“Days like this are my favorite,” she said. I agree, but to a point. I’m better found in the company of a day requiring activity and busyness (say…painting houses, planting gardens, or picking weeds… *wink). Lazy days are not my venue, but alas, they are warranted every once and again.