when i can't sleep in on sundays

I sometimes just pull on a pair of pants, throw on some shoes, and head outside for a quiet morning walk.

It was raining this morning and I enjoyed feeling my shoulders get wet. I admired the low clouds cloaking the green mountains. I let my eyes linger upon the rain-darkened tree trunks. I thought clearly. I thought how nice it was to be the sole person out on the street. I looked up the canyon where I went hiking yesterday with Margie.

Rainy days make me just as happy as sunny days do.

I must remember that as I leave now for church meetings (not that they don't make me happy...I suppose I let myself become less happy when I let the stress crowd out happy things).

Life is grand.