Right now, the sun is shining and it’s 68°F outside. The humidity is pretty high, too, so once the day really warms up this afternoon, it’s going to feel downright muggy. This is the weather we enjoyed yesterday as well. Tomorrow it’s supposed to be stormy, but still warm. In fact, it’s supposed to get above 70° every day until Saturday. I’d say it feels like spring, except the light’s all wrong, and the smells are all wrong, and the trees are all wearing their fall jackets. This weather and light feels like one of those rare moments of alignment that lift one’s awareness up out of the ordinary just enough to realize that there’s nothing ordinary about the ordinary. Like when a summer storm stops just before sunset and the sun lowers in gold and orange below the cloud line and you feel like you can hear and feel and smell for the first time. Or when you wake up by accident just before dawn, and your window’s open and you hear the very first bird start to sing. You’re given this gift of realizing that the moment, any moment, this moment, every moment, has moment, is momentous.
This unexpected gift couldn’t come at a more welcome time. We’re now about twelve days out from Moving Day, and every little bit helps. As we start converting our home of the past three years into a warehouse for holding our stuff until the movers come, and we can’t remember where we packed things that we shouldn’t have packed yet, and as our home becomes an obstacle course, and as each free moment fills up our heads with thoughts of all the little details we need to remember not to forget, and as all these countless little stressors start piling up, it’s nice to have a few days where the sun is shining, we can have the windows open, and we can remember that sometimes, without any effort at all, some things can be as effortless and free as an unexpected warm breeze out of nowhere.