that thing in the Cleveland sky, what’s it called again?
The Cleveland sun woke up early this morning and for a change, it decided to tell the truth. There were no clouds from which it burst forth; it just came up and shone bright, amplified by the thick blanket of white snow. The temperature won’t quite manage to ascend above freezing, but it will remind us that soon enough we can hang up scarves and box the winter hats.
This is the kind of sunlight that lays everything bare. It makes things clear; most things. I learned that it plans to hang around in the sky for a couple minutes longer than it would have yesterday, and the length of it’s display will grow each day for the next several months.
A couple more minutes of opportunity; or so it will seem. 2 extra minutes to day dream; to get one’s hands dirty and build callouses. 60 more seconds to clear a spot on the porch, and an additional 60 ticks to sit on the porch. Enjoy your extra 2 minutes. Use them well.
I am always more aware of the days getting shorter in the fall than I am of the daylight lasting longer in the midst of a Cleveland winter. I always dread June 21st when we start losing those prescious minutes of daylight. Thank you for reminding me to be aware of, and grateful for those extra 2 minutes. I am.