The opposite

How can two mornings, from one day to the next, feel so different?

Yesterday it was easy to go outside, sit under the sun and see the time go by.

This morning with grey sky, is the opposite, with light rain falling from the sky.

The strong wind makes it hard to walk.

The legs require strength to move forward on the way back.

The humidity and coolness leak inside the feet.

The weather didn’t stop us from going outside.

An uplifting conversation can happen any time.

Some days are to be shared even when we walk under the rain.

Can you make space in your day for an uplifting conversation?