We are not in April yet, but the showers are definitely here arm in arm with March winds. When I first moved here I let the weather dictate my day, and that meant I stayed in A LOT. A year on and I have adapted a more local approach, which is to just get on with it, rain or shine. I am not sure my little guy appreciates this attitude as the wind and rain whip at his face on the back of the bike…but he does know the words rain, raining, wind, windy, sleet, raincoats, rains pants, rain boots, wet, puddles etc..etc.. so I guess it’s good for his vocabulary.
Yesterday, as he woke form his nap, I heard him shouting form the top of the stairs “Sun, come out!” in a very firm voice. The voice you mother might use when you were really in trouble… you know, when she called you by your full first name, all your middle names and your last name. He ran into my bedroom pulled the curtains open and again yelled at the sky ” Sun, come out”. I of course used this as an opportunity to sing “the sun will come out tomorrow” but he looked at me shook his head and said ” nee singing” so that was the end of that.
Down the stairs, two peanut butter toasts and a cup of tea later and guess who made a grand entrance and then lingered around to make everything more beautiful? There is something about the sun here and the way it cracks open the sky. It reminds me of the Leanard Cohen lyric, “there is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in”.
Maybe we should all start shouting what we want from the top of the stairs.
Written by Riley Salyards.
Photographs by Riley Salyards.
