It has been a little while since I participated in Lisa Jo's Five Minute Friday writing link up, and I have missed it. Today, it's time to jump back in and get writing.
Here I sit, enjoying the fleeting moments of beautiful warmth as the sun appears from behind the clouds for just a few brief moments before disappearing again. And I think of how I adore the way the light fills this room in the afternoon. The moments of sunlight might be fleeting during this Spring season so far, but I know from memory the way the warmth feels. the way the shadows fall at angles across the walls, decorating the magnolia paint with cross hatched patterns. Here, I know the details of this room without having to think. I wonder about the house that we will soon move into. There, all is unfamiliar. I do not yet know where the light falls in our new house, but I cannot wait to find out. The prospect of the unknown makes me want to treasure the moments that we have left in this house, our first home. To hold onto the memories we have built while we are still here. I know the quiet and comfort I find here, in this space and wonder what the quiet will sound like when we live in a different house, surrounded by neighbours. Here, I know the patterns of the trees that adorn the little park outside our window. There, I do not know if I will be able to watch the trees dress themselves with blossom and leaves in Springtime, then shed their beauty down to the bare branches as Autumn closes. Here, in this home, I know that we cannot grow trees of our own, but there? Anything is possible.