Warm Breeze

An early spring day. In Illinois. Surprising. Comforting. Aspirational!


72 degrees. And a bright light some call the sun. That’s the surprising part in Illinois. We’ve seen so little of the sun this winter season. Yes, I know we are in springtime but at times I thought it never would be. Also a part of being a flatlander resident. We do get used to it, don’t we?


Anyhow, there I was in midafternoon, sitting in my recliner near the open balcony window. Sunlight was strong. A wafting breeze rippled the air. Soft sounds of passing traffic and clanging trains. The temp was 68 outdoors; 76 indoors. The smells were delicious of simple fresh air.


I drifted. Drifted off to a treasured nap. The body slumped into the cushions deeply. More relaxed than possible. Drifting off to sleep to a soft symphony of sounds none too startling. Fresh air. Warm breeze, not hot. Comforting.


And so it went for nearly an hour. Drowsing awake slowly, I took in my surroundings and thought the moment ought not be disturbed. Let it be.


Of course it wouldn’t be left that way. Life goes on. The drowse melts away and senses come alive. The noise loudens. The temp seems warmer still. And the bright light keeps streaming into the room.

The island of repose is no longer.


But as I write this the morning after, the green horizon is made golden by the early sun. Promise of another midafternoon repose this day? It is worth hoping for. Cooler, but just as pleasant.


These are days we would likely miss if winter had not been so insistent. Contrasts makes for appreciation of the little things.


That’s a good thing.


April 11, 2019