Whenever anyone gets all superstitious about Friday the 13th I just wave my invisible Pollyanna wand and declare: “the number 13 means ‘love’ in Hebrew, so I deem it to be a very auspicious day.” You can borrow that one, no problem, mixed metaphors and all. Being a superstitious person myself, I can cower, throw salt over my shoulder and fold up my umbrella before entering a building with the best of them, but a whole day of bad luck? That’s a curse I’ll gladly bow out of. It’s been a week, yes it has.
Daylight savings time was the highlight (sorry), in its very mixed blessing sort of way. As much as I don’t like tampering with nature, natural light, and most importantly, my sleep patterns, I do dig the after work walks and the return of sunsets that I am around to see and snap from the terrace. Like an old missed friend waiting for me in the distance, except most days this week my friend was hiding in thick grey clouds. That didn’t discourage me from bringing my homemade soup (which lasted all week) onto the terrace along with my camera and my scoundrel cats. It’s a wonder that I almost never see neighbors spending this time on their balconies. Except for Wednesday morning when I turned around from the sunrise and saw three people on the terrace to the west of me and up one level. Thankfully, I was not in my pj’s, aka a huge green T-shirt that says “Cobra” on the front of it, which is how I’m dressed many a morning out there.
Oh, I forgot to mention, I’m engaged. Engaged, as in, engaged to be married. Can you believe it? Someone (wonderful) actually wants to put up with my strange jump-out-of-bed habit of snapping sunrises and my sometimes disturbing dinner ritual of capturing a setting sun. Yup. it’s happening, and I’m still a little dazed by the whole thing. Dazed and truly happy, if not a little blessed. The glistening rock on my finger reminds me that it is really happening. The best news of all: there IS love later in life and in my case, worth the wait. Someone said we should just get married at Sunset Cove… a park in Boca Raton. That would be just too perfect, right? Well, we have plenty of time to entertain that sort of thing. So far, we’re in Las Vegas for a drive-through wedding, a public park for the world’s largest pot-luck wedding, or at the courthouse with no fanfare at all. (I highly doubt that’s going to happen!)
May your days be bright, your skies clear, and whatever the sunrise and sunset means to you in your life, may it be good, and sweet and filled with love (and joy). And, remember to share what YOU snap on my Facebook page.
Until next time. Over and out!
p.s. new revelation: viewing the sunrise or sunset – the AWE is the intake of the breath, GRATITUDE is the exhale. think about that. I may have more to say about that soon.