There are certain moments each week where life seems to hit pause, and everything feels good and right and in it's place.
Right now is one of those times. I am home alone, guzzling water after a much-harder-than-usual three miler in 95+ degree heat. I thought I heard thunder, so I opened the blinds to see a spectacular display of fireworks. Our condo faces west, and since we're the tallest building for miles, I can see at least ten distinct fireworks displays; I'm guessing they are each from different parts of the city or suburbs.
It's one of my favorite days of the year, and one of my favorite untold benefits of our home.
It is a really beautiful sight, and I can't help but think that it's exactly the jolt I needed tonight. My life is good. Happy.
And sometimes I think that it's easy to lose sight of all that is good and happy and joyful about our lives because we are so caught up in the stress of it all. The run run run rat race of working late and deadlines and mortgages and insurance deductibles and groceries. And I think there's power in the here and now. And realizing that while all of that is good in it's own way, that there is simple joy to be found in even the most mundane of evenings, even if it's simply opening the blinds wide, and for fifteen minutes, doing nothing but watching fireworks.