Right now, I'm sitting at one of my favorite Starbucks locations here in Wilmington. It's at the corner of two busy streets, and the flow of cars zooming by is unending. Every time the door opens, I'm forced to realize that maybe I should have added a few layers to my outfit - after all, it is only 29 degrees outside.
The familiar whirs and sputters of the espresso machines are slowly but surely threatening to lull me to sleep, but bursts of alert, focused energy keep finding their way through the woodwork, reminding me that maybe I should make some use out of my time today.
The truth is, it's hard to get out of bed when the muted light coming from behind the blinds is a gray putty color, signaling the continuance of dreary, cold weather to which you're just never going to grow accustomed. Even now, as I gaze to my right, freezing rain is doing a kind of taunting dance on the large, clear-paned windows. Frost is gathering on the glass of the door.
And I know that soon, I'll need to leave, and soon, I'll have to worry that the roads may be frozen as I drive slowly on them.
But for now, I'm inside, admiring my recently-painted candy-apple-red nails. Just in time for Valentine's Day. For now, I'm remembering the little things that have inspired me lately. Unexpected blogs, crisp and refreshing in their simplicity, just waiting to be read.
And even though right now is a time of waiting with bated breath by the mailbox, for something that feels like it may never show up, I'm happy. I'm happy because my house is clean, my husband is his usual, wonderful self, and I have time to read books. I'm happy because I know that today is treat day, and there is a black and white cookie waiting for me at Harris Teeter. I'm happy because yesterday I cooked both lunch and dinner, and today I'll make lunch for myself again.
And right now, that is enough.