here comes the sun

Little darlins — it feels like years since it’s been here.

But dootin’ do dos aside, it’s not the end of a long cold lonely winter.  

On second thought — maybe it is.  Figuratively.  At least, I think.  Yeah.  For now we’ll go with that.

But don’t quote me — yet.

Let’s begin with rumbling in the skies mixed with the 6 a.m. squeaking of my neighbor’s bathroom door opening just under the sounds of me brushing my teeth — morning sounds on an unfair weather day.

‘Could set my clock by that squeak,’ I thought for the thousandth time.  And then — ‘wow, it’s been a long time since I got up without the sun.’ 

So I started the day out thinkin’ about this awesome summer and how maybe I was starting to take the sun for granted a little bit.   And since I practically breathe in metaphors, my mind went to the ways people are like the sun while my body jumped in my car and started driving me to work — if you can call it that.  Driving, I mean — not work.  Because work is work, but driving —

Well, you know —

Anyway I thought first of the people I love most and how hard it can be when they’re ‘not out.’  When they’re down or distracted.  At camp and not writing.  Or overwhelmed by circumstances that could or could not have anything to do with me.

And I couldn’t help thinking about how easy it used to be to get stuck on trying to ‘fix’ people’s moods or figure them out and how far I’ve come in letting this go.  In learning how to ‘make hay when the sun shines’ — and knowing how to wait it out.

Because the sun is still there — even when it’s behind the clouds.

And I say —

It’s all right.

(take it George)

Author: Julie Ann Stevens

My art flows from the patterns & paths of my lived experience which ⏤ like yours ⏤ are at once deeply personal and entirely universal.

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