I feel badly keeping the boys from the outdoors, but our wind is horrid for anyone recovering from sinus troubles. I made an allowance this morning, though.
The moment I stepped outside and felt the breeze and smelled the damp air, I was transported back to my days as a teenager camping out with my friends.
I always loved those early morning moments of wakefulness on a campout. The air is cool, not yet tainted by the sun's warmth. The ground is soft and dewy, and the sky is streaked with grays and pinks and soft, welcoming blues. It's a joyful sensation for me, and it reminds me of good days.
Some of my favorite moments in life involve the early morning hours. Walking to the kitchen from room 6 at Camp Zephyr, taking morning walks with special people, playing with my boys outside.
It was a good feeling. I watched my boys play, and felt such gratitude for moments like that. Peace. And surrender. And more peace.
Oh, South Texas, you do have your moments.
"I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden." ~Ruth Stout