Each and every damp and rainy day for the past month has tortured me from within. The achy bones from the tips of my toes to the top of my neck. And? It’s untouchable. The best I could hope for is for Naproxen or Ibuprofen (or both) to ease it a little. A bath with epsom salts would make my joints more forgiving.
After a dry weekend, I woke up to rain today. Looking out the window, I rubbed my eyes. I stared in disbelief at my painless hands, bending and flexing my fingers in wonder. Why today? Not that I’m complaining. Just …. what did I do right? Is it really this random?
And what did I do some three years ago when I had a remission of 10 months? What was so special – just so I can do it again?
So thankful for this day. It was a pinch balmy and I wandered out into the misty drizzle and enjoyed its refreshing spray in my face and the dampness settling into my hair. It seems like eons since I’ve enjoyed rain – from its feeling to its smell and the way it perfumes the pavement, grass and lilacs. What a beautiful day indeed.
There. Short and sweet. That’s all.