Following the Sun

Happy December. Happy Winter.

Holy Moses it has been cold. Bite-y cold. Sharp on my cheekbones cold.

And even though by sundown at 4:35 in the afternoon, my shoulder's ache and I'm ready for bed, I've been thriving.

I'm feeling creative and excited. Inspired and enlightened. Spontaneity is welcome to make its appearance. I feel less stress, and much more will to enjoy myself.

And lemons. I don't think there is much else in this world that taste as good as these heavenly lemons.

I'm walking in the afternoons, more often than my mornings, which is harmless enough. I've learned that I seem to walk much better when my legs don't begin to seize and shorten my stride. Lesson learned.

But there's a short window for when the sun's light is honest, and when the dependability of the slight warmth it (might) give begins to fade. But--- I should also mention--- I hardly like to go out late in the day. My friend told me once that I "follow the sun". I was born a morning girl, and I am hardly functional once the sun has gone down. There are exceptions, please know. And that spontaneity I mentioned? After my (3:00 PM!!!) walk the other day, I went (downtown !!!) and got a (caffeinated !!!) tea. I feel exhilerated. And a little tired.