It has been hot and humid lately, but this morning was a great start to what looks like a wonderful summer day: not too humid, warm, a mix of sun and big fluffy clouds, and a nice breeze.
While riding in this morning, the weather got me thinking about great beginnings. One of my favorites is from an old mystery novel:
A perfect morning in a city of perfect mornings; an artist would have worked, a god would have rested.The rest of the book is nothing special, but I don't know how you describe a great morning better than that sentence.
Another is from the first song Aimee Mann's latest album:
Cotton candy was kingThirty words that describe a place, a time and a person.
on the midway that Spring
When I saw you standing in the ring on the lawn
Dear John
throwing kisses so Richmond's unfortunates could go on
Other beginnings that I love: the first sip of an ice-cold martini at the end of a day. The first kiss. The first sniff of pine on a drive to the mountains.
So, even if it clouds up later, or the humidity returns, remember that it all began well, and try to appreciate that for what it is.
