The simple joys
Today was as hot as hades, summer is a mixture of outdoor activities and staying indoors when it gets too severe. It is not my favourite time of year. I prefer a gentler season like the spring or autumn months. By this nightfall a cool change brings me a small window of relief. It draws me outside. I am in awe of the burnt orange skies.
I love the contrast of rich green grass after many days of rain. Yet after rain, we seem to get the dreaded humidity. I ponder on the simple joys of life. The small wins in our day, they are miniature, yet worth writing about.
I was sitting there watching the kids splashing around in the local pool today. One eye on their wet scraggy heads and the other in my book. To me this is a kind of paradise. They get to release some energy, cool down and I get to relax in the shade and enjoy some reading time. (This is RARE). A refreshing cool breeze even rarer.
There was a time, when we did not come to the pool, it was too stressful. A time when my son did not enjoy the crowds and much less the noise of people having fun. He would never stay if the pool became over-crowded. Thankfully for us and to my amazement we had the pool to ourselves, apart from a pensioner or two, doing wonky laps. Usually the holidays are a challenge. Crowds, noise and long lines do not sit easy on our agenda. We as a family have become experts at getting somewhere early, having our fun and leaving before the hoards of people arrive. Our quiet sanctum never lasts for long.
One by one, out of the hot cars they came. Toddlers waddled in adorned with sun hats, crooked goggles and tripping over their oversized towels. They could not contain their joy. Mothers and fathers armed with the stuff we all need to survive an hour or two in the hot sun. Sunscreen is the order of the day. The children’s excitement and squeals usually leave my boy anxious and wanting to go home. Especially any high-pitched screams. You don’t realise how many kids squeal at the pool or beach until you have a child who is sensitive to this. The visual of a pack of children heading in his direction made me edgy. I did not want him to stop having fun.
I watched and I waited. One after the other another small body dropped into the deep blue. It was like kiddie soup in there. I packed my beach bag with a heavy sigh and prepared to leave.
Yet, imagine my surprise when my son did not surface. I managed to finish my book. My children played among the sea of bobbing heads. My son was giggling and diving under, I sat smiling. No one could know my joy. I felt a tear behind my shades, a happy tear mind you, welling up.
After many years of challenges with crowds, we have arrived at a point in our lives where we can actually stay and enjoy the day. Like everyone else, at least sometimes, depending on the anxiety levels. Tis a simple thing but in my world it is a memorable event and something I will treasure always.
January is slipping by and I am reading, not writing, not sketching much, just soaking up the wonder of my simple little life. As I write this at the end of the day I look out again at the beautiful sky. The warm brilliance of colour has transformed into a cold grey canvas.
Like the sky my happiness floats free in the ebb and flow of Life. I should expect amazement everyday. Nothing ever stays the same. I am happy with the most simple of outcomes. After today a new day brings with it, many possibilities and every evening sky is a wonder to behold.
If something feels like it will never change, trust me when I say it will. I send you simple blessings and when they arrive be as grateful for them as I am for mine.
TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY.
Happy January to you, it leaves all too soon.