Some days, I get wistful. Most days, I am grateful.
And this morning, finishing my run, I took time out to sit by the beach. It's so beautiful to be still, and to be in the moment, to breathe. I see the gentle water ripples, some small crabs scurrying here and there, took in the morning rays and its sunshine goodness, and felt my body just relaxing. The sermon, worship songs, and eventually, some of the best faves found its way into my ears... 好美。
One of these songs is a fave Japanese song, describing how one could be fully present in seasons that change, and that even if there's a lingering thought about whether tomorrow would be sunny, we could still smile, live, love, overcome. Being alive means to be able to feel fully, and to create beautiful memories, As seasons change, miracles are up to us to create.
Beautiful. Music is such a universal language that binds. :)
明日晴れるかな (Tomorrow will still be beautiful) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjj16qog4vQ
And, as with the last few weeks of summer, the weather will soon take a turn to become colder. I am already starting to miss the full humidity that can render a 1kg water loss when I run. I will also be missing that cool water plunge and relief in the pool. However, that means I am also able to enjoy being wrapped up in warmer clothes and enjoy a different fashion feel. That means I can run into a fog, and cycle into a mist. That means I can also reactivate that heater we have, and wear socks to bed. I will also be able to go out into nature, and walk Kenji longer and his little paws will feel better.
And, speaking of Kenji, K's love is the most consistent throughout the various seasons. He just decided to lay his whole head and body on me yesterday, despite the sticky, sweaty me. His love is bigger than mine, for sure. 💓
