Something in the Way

This has been a humbug week.  As Holly Golightly would say, I have been suffering through the mean reds.  The mean reds are resistant to ice cream and glitter, little children (especially when said little children take the nail clippers to your hair (note to all - 'safety snippers' is a false name)) and bubble baths.    Mean reds are tricky.

And yet, the smallest moment can cure them.  Or at least take the edge off.

Brushing my teeth and already angry at this day, I rounded the corner and was brought to pause.  Perhaps it was because the sun has been hiding for two days.  Perhaps because the winter earth angle dislikes showing real light before 7:30 am and I was made confused. Or perhaps because everything illuminated framed those I love best.  But there was something in the way the early morning light shimmied over my buffet and glimmered across my pictures, highlighting my Sandburg reminder to let a joy keep you.  

I said out loud, muffled by toothpaste, "There is something in the way..."

Which led to the singing of this song in the shower, which is also excellent for nudging aside the mean reds.

The mean reds haven't quite dissolved, but I have been reminded to look for something in the ways.