I have mentioned in a post once that I am sure I was a cat in a previous life. I luxuriate in a patch of warm sunshine, especially when temperatures have been chilly. My inner cat came out this past Saturday when I stepped out onto the patio. The sun was shining brightly warming the protected edge of the patio from a cool breeze. I mentioned that it would be lovely to sit here and read, but alas the cushions to the chair were safely stored from the elements in the garage. “I can bring them out if you want them,” my husband volunteered. Oh yes, I would love that!
The temperature was forty-five degrees but it felt like seventy as I sat in a knit turtleneck shirt working on some material for next week. Soon I became so hot I turned the chair around so the sun was only on my back. I continued to read and jot notes, but suddenly I became distracted. The page is in the bright sunlight but there are whispers of a shadow passing over the printed page. My eyes are following the flowing movement as it blows across the page. It is as if it is the shadow of the wind. I stop reading, I am mesmerized by the ghostly drifting. However, real shadows come blowing in and cover the sun. Although it is a quick moving cloud, I am reminded that it is February and the air does have a bite to it when the sun hides.
Sadly my time in the sun is over, but I have hopes that there will be more days soon.