“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”

― Rabindranath Tagore

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The last few days have felt like spring. I wake to the sounds of new birds out the window, wondering if the weather confuses them as it does me. The gardener in me wants to get out a new pair of garden gloves and dig in, but I have lived long enough to know that February is after all, still winter.

One evening I stand gazing out the kitchen window as the sky turns pink, watching as the vibrant colors find their way into our yard and our home. The colors are so vibrant even he notices, joining me in the kitchen to comment. I think about the week or so of winter weather we had a few weeks back and wonder if that was it. Our seasons are shifting and our weather patterns have no other choice but to modify.

Today we are gathering with our kids to celebrate his 70th birthday, which is coming up soon. There will be pizza and yummy chocolate cake, baked by me, just for him. Something I have not done in years. Lately I feel myself relaxing into this next season of our lives with less animosity. Finding it easier to adapt to the changes growing older brings with it, and looking instead at the privilege of it all.

Wishing you beautiful sunsets, no matter what the weather.