Le Quatre-Heures

Today has been light.  No, really -- light.  And I mean that in every sense, too.  The sun was shining, and everywhere you looked, it was beautiful.  In fact, I actually paused this morning as I was pulling out of the driveway to take Emilia to school, because usually what I do is this: I push the button for the garage door opener and then immediately the button for my blue light, which I've got propped on the passenger seat next to me.  But this morning, I put on my sunglasses.  And then I stopped to think,  does one turn on a blue light if sunglasses are being worn?  Seems a bit odd and/or futile, you know?  But there we go: two kids in the back, one in jammas and one not; one screaming for more toast and the other one not; both yelling because I've had the audacity to turn off Johnny Cash and turn on NPR; me yelling because some grampa just pulled out in front of us, and I've spilled my coffee; but the little girl is sleepily smiling, all the while, because she gets to go to school.

And so, the sun is out, and it really feels like spring is actually (albeit temporarily) here -- and this is a good thing. (I've only recently begun to admit how much the grey, dreary, dismal weather here sometimes gets to me. It does though.  How can it not? Day in, day out?)  It seems to have made us all feel a bit lighter.