I woke up to the most glorious summer day: a clear, sun-coated sky, tank top temperature, the meshed sounds of crickets and quiet.
Despite the heavenly back-end descriptors of that last sentence, the operative three words are this:
I woke up.
And if you are reading this, you woke up too.
We woke up! We're awake and here! How lucky is that?!
Our theme this week is summer. And I've got to tell you, summer 2010 has been jam-packed with major juxtapositions. Joy, sorrow. Celebration, loss. Easy breezy, difficult. I was at a My Morning Jacket concert this week when I received via text some tragic news about a dear friend; I couldn't help think Morning vs. Mourning.