I had planned to go for a run this morning, but I woke to a smooth grey sky and a settled rain. I can go running in the rain, and even enjoy it if it's not too cold, but it's harder to get motivated to go out, and this morning I propped up the pillows in bed, beside the open window letting in the gentle whisper of rain and the superbly fresh air, and I pulled out my journal. I wrote about what I've been reading and watching and thinking, and enjoyed the quiet moments to process. Eventually I heard the household coming to life, little feet pattering up and down the hall outside my door.
Then I thought I heard the feet stop outside my door, and as I watched, the door handle twitched once, twice, then swung low enough to disengage the latch. Four delicate fingers appeared, gripping the edge of the door; it swung open just enough to admit Cinderella, in a blue ball gown dragging on the floor and gaping open at the waist. A blue crocheted hat perched on yellow hair that draped across Lilah's blue eyes and sunny smile. She ran over to give me a hug. "Julie!" she exclaimed. Then she disappeared, and I heard her footsteps in the hall and her entrance into the kitchen, where she announced, "Mommy, Julie's awake!"
Quiet rainy morning, farewell. Sunshiney children, hello!
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