When I woke up in my spanking new, ghost free bed this morning, the sun was bouncing like mad around my room and instead of rolling over and burying my face under a pillow, i sat up and looked out the window. it struck me how much I love this time of year. Cliche i know, but, new season, new life...I felt it in my bones...The birds were singing and the crazy cardinals that live in my yard were thumping against my bedroom window, like they do every spring...(i suppose that they are challenging their reflection in that male dominance challenge dance they do).
Only two days earlier while standing in the Patio at NE Grumpys on St. Patrick's day night talking politics and life withsweet and funny Obama Jay and his friend Paul, while fat, gorgeous snowflakes fell in a steady, sweet peaceful way...yet, as i stood there, i could feel spring, not winter.
I made my pretty new bed, threw the frickin hilarious french-femme pillows on it and laid back down and listened...dogs barked like crazy, Ray La Montaigne sang his heart out on my ipod and I dared to bet that i will be sharing my bed with someone soon....not just anyone, but someone worthy of caring about and sharing soft sheets with. Yep, I will open my windows and heart soon and feel cool air across my arms and maybe wrap them around someone wonderful sleeping next to me to keep them warm and enjoy the new spring air ...
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