Perfect Weather: A Short Essay
By: Michaelene N. DeYoung
Today’s writing prompt is to look out your window and describe the day.
Looking out my bedroom window this morning, it really looked like the perfect day, in Florida terms. I literally jumped out of bed and turned on the television to see the weather report. Finally! The air of what I’ve been waiting for all year. I immediately opened my window to let the fresh ocean breeze in.
Oh the refreshing wind! Slightly brisk and so delightful. Immediately my spirits are lifted. The subtle scents of the ocean nearby fill me with joy and contentment. The inhale of green grass and trees ensures me that I can keep moving forward and growing as each blade and leaf does.
I truly love days like this. The skies are deep blue with white puffy clouds with light gray underneath gently meandering across the ocean on a path only they seem to know. I dream of the day that I could be out in nature instead of observing it through a quarantine window. I’ve been in this home since March and haven’t even driven my car since my patient’s family is out of town.
Truth be told now. I’ve been marooned here in Florida for over twenty years. I came down here to be closer to my parents who retired here. I enjoyed visiting them every weekend until my sister decided she wanted them closer to her and moved my mom and dad and all their possessions to North Carolina. I had no job, no car and I lived in a hotel room with a man who was my platonic partner whom I ended up staying with for the rest of his life.
I really long for spring, autumn and winter once again. Twenty plus years of summer is enough. That’s why perfect days like today, rare as they are are such a gift I cherish.
