Today was a long day.
I worked from home.
But I was aching.
When I finished, I skipped the schoolwork I so diligently helped baby girl with each and every day.
I lay on the couch.
She piled blankets and cushions upon me.
And I lay there through countless bold and the beautiful eps.
My back cramped. My arms and legs were achy from the odd position.
My feet just wouldn’t warm up.
So I went upstairs.
Jumped under the doona…
and fixed my gaze outwards.
Now this wasn’t my exact view tonight, because I was too damn unwell to get my phone and take a snap, obviously.
But it was the same balcony. The same chairs outside.
The same window.
The sky wasn’t so pink… it was more golden.
Fading into the night.
The clouds were spotty and rugged, like a carpet across the sky…
slowly… slowly… moving.
You wouldn’t have thought it, not unless you were watching them. But sure enough, minute by minute, the sky changed. It grew dimmer. The clouds shifted.
The cycle of nature that we know too well, was acting in accordance.
Mother Nature. Our natural certainty. No matter what else is going on, we can depend on her to bring us light, allow darkness to fall when the world needs rest, and show us her moods through the sunshine that beams down on our faces, to the rain that patters gently on the rooftops, and the wind that can howl and take down trees.
She is definitive.
And I lay there, watching the sunset come down upon me on this angle, reminded once again that there is so much world…
And so little, US.