Today it is sunny, and a roasting fifty-three degrees in the Willamette Valley. There is a bouquet of flowers on our dining room table, and every bud is twisted around, straining towards the open window with the same sense of delirious optimism that I get while I sit by the window at work.
Sunny days never fail to fill me with energy. Like Superman, the power of the Red Sun gets down deep into the marrow of my bones, electrifying me with a sudden sense of purpose.
My Kryptonites, by the way, are steep staircases and mental math.
Anyway, all that luscious sunshine is making me look forward to summer. And what’s summer bringing me this year? A new job opportunity that should lend me a little more time to write. An enormous Bagley family reunion that will see my backyard seething with literally tens, probably hundreds of Bagleys. Baglies? Baglen? Beegly? I’ll be able to see my brother, which only happens every couple of years. I might be able to get up to see Tess in Seattle again. Two of my best friends in the whole world are getting married. To each other, which is even better.
This summer is going to be full of good things.
What’s your summer going to be like?