Sun's Out! Birds Chirping! So What!

The beauty of "meh"

I didn’t enjoy one step of this run on Seattle’s first proper spring day. Did not feel the beauty. And did not feel bad about it. Took this photo for you.

Dear Beautiful Friends,

If you have ever stepped out into an overdue spring afternoon, on a day that is miraculous with light and sky and temperatures finally above 49 degrees—68!—after months of cold, chilly weather and grumpy-old-man skies; if you have stepped into this 5 o’clock splash of life in shorts (for the first time in six months) and the birds chirp with the wild abandon of a cheering section; if you got out there on your run and smelled the sweet-tart air, and felt that sunball landing on the backs of your legs, passed small groups and couples walking and talking excitedly, their dogs jumping with glee, and then altogether everyone turns to follow two eagles who ALLOFASUDDEN swept down into a tree RIGHT THERE, their heads as white and round as a lap dog and the world was all miracle and surrender, filled only with hope and wonder and peace, a future like a bronze gate framed by trumpet swans and climbing roses—

and still you dear friend, you felt only the heaviness of your legs and a deep pawing tug in the animal center of your body; if on this day-of-days all you wanted was to be back home, with dinner eaten, the TV show watched, the standing-outside-in-the-yard-admiring-the-gardeny-dusk DONE, because all you cared about was falling into a dark room, inside a swaddling bed to sleep for hours and hours, not because you were depressed but simply because you could not take one more second of nature’s fucking blessing and all this glee, all this joy TOO MUCH TOO MUCH—well, me too.

I see you.

And I will, like you, agree to not make it a problem.