I’m having a really busy week; mostly good-busy but busy nonetheless, rushing here there and everywhere. Sometimes when I’m busy it’s hard to remember to take a few moments just to breathe and smile. But then there are reminders to do just that.
This afternoon I dropped Murphlet 6 at footy training. I figured if I was quick I could drop him off, then pop home to do an hour’s work before racing back to get him. Just as I pulled in to the oval I spotted clouds, in the distant, with sun pouring through.
‘Look,” I said. ‘It’s raining sun.’
Then, on impulse, after I dropped him off, I followed those clouds, driving round town to find the best vantage point, which turned out to be a few kilometres away. So glad I did. This is what I got to see:
Stunning, The clouds really were raining sun. I stood and watched and smiled, crossed the road, took more photos, smiled some more, and breathed in the salty air that I love.
But the impulses didn’t stop there. I then drove up the hill to a lookout I’ve often looked at but never climbed. And yep, you guessed it, I climbed the hundred steps, and looked at the view from a slightly different angle. I did take more pics, but funnily enough, once home I decided liked the first one best.
At last, I headed for home, a big smile on my face and feeling a little more relaxed than when I left home. As I drove up my street, ten kilometres away, the sun was just about to set, so I got a different perspective:
(This is from the park across the road. I promise I didn’t take this when I was driving.)
It’s nearly time to go back and collect Murphlet 6. I haven’t ticked anything off my list, but I feel great about that. Instead of racing about and achieving stuff, I got to breathe and smile. The list can wait.