Today, I was going to write about how, at 33 years of age, I am going gray.
But then, this happened:
Sun. Sun. Sun.
I hadn’t seen a sky this bright in weeks.
Sun. Sun. Sun.
With all the rain, places recently turned brown resurged vibrant with a bright green I’d forgotten.
Sun. Sun. Sun.
The fact that it was still raining didn’t dampen my joy at seeing the sun.
The sunlight shining through the trees, mixing greens and browns and more than just gray…
I wanted to see a rainbow, but alas, it started raining again.
So tomorrow, we’ll talk about going gray.
Unless the miraculous happens.
Unless Sun happens.
Again.
Doctor Mama Esquire 