Not worth blogging over

I miss summer. I miss wearing my tank tops and flip flops (which is pretty much all that I own). I miss the warmth of the sun beating down on my pale, pasty, white skin, turning it to a nice golden brown tan. I miss hanging out with friends until the wee hours of the morning, watching movies, doing random, crazy, spontaneous things. There is something about the summer that brings out the young, wild and crazy side of people. I miss climbing trees, the hum of the zip line, the screams from the groups on the ropes course, and the kids running wild. I miss the tons of different people who just pass through. I miss the sun coming in my window beckoning me to get out of bed and do something. I miss the calm gentle trickle of the creek, where the kids can catch crawdads. I miss looking at the stars, star spinning and shooting stars, those are my favorite. The sky has always been amazing to me, it speaks to me about who God is, and shooting stars are like kisses from God to me.


Now my bed is warmer than my room making me want to stay in it as long as possible, only to be meet by the blast of cold air that hangs in the room when I finally do get up. It is hard to see the stars through all the clouds, but when there are glimpses, the cold biting at my fingers, toes, and nose make me not want to stay long. The rain makes me not want to go out at all. The creek is swollen and raging, reminding me how quickly everything can change, and of its power. As the cold sets in, my sense of adventure goes into hibernation, the spontaneous-ness, goes to sleep.

There is something intriguing about a good storm though. The kind when the wind blows, and it rains hard for hours. We have had a few of these recently, now the trees that were once a live with color, creating a beauty that can not be captured nor described, are desolate and naked, they too have gotten ready for winter. The thing about these storms is that make me want to cuddle up to talk with a friend, watch a movie, or read a book by the fireplace (which I do not have), which makes the reality of the cold and the rain less appealing. None the less, fall is here, making room for winter, whether I like it or not.

Random thought: Today I took my stuff out of storage. It has been there for almost one year, that’s how long its been since I packed up and moved to Kona, for a while, but I have been back since June. I guess that it is official that I have decided to stay here a while, so I guess it’s a good time to settle in completely and make home. Usually when I do this it does not last very long, which is okay with me, because I am ready to go somewhere again, it helps to get perspective to get out of my comfort zone.