Yesterday was a day of weather.
- In the morning, finding the car encased in ice. It ended up taking a full quarter of an hour to get the the windscreen cleared to the point of drivability. My first reaction was to the loss of time, then I found myself standing, looking around at the yellow of the low sun catching crystals and burning through the mist, and I smiled.
- Later, at lunch time, driving through Whiteabbey towards Belfast. Watching the cranes of Queen’s Island rise through the mist across the lough, I was struck by the quiet grandeur speaking of past and future.
- Last night, before bed, standing at the back door watching and listening to the rain and the wind hammering on the trees behind our house. I was awed and grateful — grateful that I was inside.
Each was a reminder of more-than-me, and each was welcome for it.