let the autumn sun shine in

These autumn mornings are either a flood of gold or a winking and blinking of it as the indigo clouds stretch and split. Often when entering the living room, the neighbour’s tulip tree blazes its brilliance, branches waiving as if to call attention to itself. Not that any waving is at all necessary. At the same time of morning if I look the opposite direction, from the side panel of the front entryway I can see Mount Arrowsmith freshly dipped with snow. If I check that direction early enough, shortly after the sun lifts from the horizon, the snow on the mountain is painted a cotton candy hue of pink.

Isn’t that worth applauding?

I’ve always tended to lean towards the positive, much to the chagrin of some of my friends. My hope is that this tendency to see the positive and to hold dear these simple everyday things in life, may extend my life to a certain degree. A few of us ladies got together the other day and one of the many directions our conversations took us was on the topic of longevity. We observed that people who live to be centenarians often have one thing in common — they are generally openly happy (and also are the sort to always keep moving). I think there’s something to that.

I’ll get up off my chair and move through the morning and the rest of the day. Taking in the jewel-like glow from the trees, the indigo sky overhead, the fresh snow lighting up the mountain … outside the families of geese practicing their calls and formation for the long flights ahead, the days shortened, the air crisp, and indoors the flicker of the fireplace to keep us warm and comforted.