You know, I sometimes complain when it rains. (No, really. I do.) I’m not really a winter person, and I’m used to long, hot, dry summers. That’s my kind of weather, although I can sort of sympathize with people who like cooler weather. I don’t get it, but you don’t have to like hot days just because I do.

Today I found myself walking across the supermarket parking lot between showers. The air smelled so fresh and the light seemed to make the cars and the pavement so luminous that I had to smile. Maybe this is why some people don’t mind the rain. I took a deep breath (and didn’t even cough or sneeze).

The good feeling didn’t last long. All it took was three trips from the garage to the house, unloading my groceries in the rain, to remind me. Still, I didn’t have to be out in it after that, and I don’t mind looking at it through the big picture windows all around my great room. I’ll just be a lot happier when the sun comes out again.

Part of the glow I felt might have been because I spent a little time with Aiden this morning. It was no more than ten minutes, but it can really brighten your day when you see a baby’s face light up when you walk into the room. He waved goodbye to me when I left, and then followed me to the door (to make sure I was really leaving, I think).