The clouds came today and washed away the blue sky, leaving behind a cool gray morning. Distant thunder and lightning called forth the day with a low rumble. NW overcast dimmed the sun so I could look out from the tunnel of chemo and not hurt my eyes. Everything was clean and gray and quiet. Perfect for a slow day of recovery.
Bright summer skies are perfect for the living. The light and warmth bring everyone out into the sun and everywhere activities abound. Streets are filled with people; walking, selling, meeting, shopping, looking, doing. Life abounds in a summer city.
For me, recovering from chemo, summer days are both a reminder of all I'm missing and an overwhelming amount of activity. The pain, like a migraine, is amplified by the light, noise and motion.
Today's respite from the sun was a soothing calm. The rainy day was permission to stay indoors, quiet, bundled. A day to nest and heal and be peaceful. The coolness and darkness of the day felt like a retreat from the world. It was healing time.
Late in the afternoon, the sky cleared. Sunlight filtered through the clouds and left a golden cast on the tops of the trees. Butch, my dog, and I emerged from the shelter of the house to greet the end of a peaceful, restful day. A day of healing and calm that ended with me feeling stronger, rested, with more healing, and hope for a brighter day tomorrow.
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