- My favorite way to spend the day is…
Wrapped in a lover's arms, gazing into his eyes, feeling that otherworldly connection, wholeheartedly understood. (Audible sigh.) But as I am now lover-less...
I imagine a day... where the weather is beautiful. Sunshine, a breeze. Perhaps 75 degrees. The kind of day where you just can't stop exclaiming, "What a beautiful day!" over and over again. I'm outside, marveling in God's creation, whether it be water, mountains or wide spaces.
I go out on the open water. Gaze into the horizon. Sun on my face. Wind in my hair. I am shrouded in utter peace and calm. The boat rocks underneath me. All is quiet.
Later, my legs are moving. I'm running, hiking, walking... I am thanking Him for blessing me with a body that works, that allows me to move how and where I want, to see and accomplish almost anything. I put my body to the test. Blood pumping, muscles flexing, my body gets me where I want to go. The end of the road, the top of the peak. The incredible high.
The rest of the day I'm coming down from the high. Perhaps it's time to put my mind to work. Reading, writing, prayer. Introspection, reflection.
The only thing that could make this day better would be to share it with a partner.
Patience, my soul. He is out there.
Why would my perfect day lack family or friends? I asked myself that as well. For some reason, I think it's time for me to see perfection in being alone.
