Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I raised my vintage roller blinds to a bright and brilliant morning. The air was dry and fluffy clouds scuttled across the clear blue sky. It was so uplifting, I barely noted the peeling wallpaper and the crack in the antique window glass.
I was glad to see the dry weather. The day before, strong storms had swept through communities from Massachusetts to South Carolina, and in our valley, rain had fallen steadily all day, swelling creeks and rivers to flood stage. My friends and family in North Carolina sustained significant damage along with widespread power outages. It was Mother Nature in her most irascible and grumpy state.
Clumping down the creaky wooden stairs to the kitchen, I greeted the dogs and poured a cup of coffee. The wildly wagging tails and cold wet noses pushing into my hand told me they were eager to be let out. Enjoying the quiet of the morning, I clipped on their leashes and walked with them to the rear of the yard where the neighboring property's meadow spreads out behind our small patch of grass. Breathing deeply, I turned my attention to the birds above, singing cheerfully among the branches. What a lovely day!
Bellies full, the dogs settled down for a nap in the quiet house. I sat on the back porch in the big white rocker, cradling hot coffee in my cold hands.
The wind blew. Birds warbled and trilled, flitting and dancing through the trees.
Inhaling the scent of nearby plants, I rocked.
It was contentment.
And it was good.