Chelsea in Wonderland

So, today I did something very out of the ordinary and completely random. Something, that I have not done in a very long time. I was heading downstairs after reading some of The Mermaid Chair by Sue Monk Kidd and I took the route that leads to the front of the house instead of the one that leads to the kitchen (I’m staying at my aunts house btw) and almost instinctively I sat down at the top of the stairs to slide down instead of walk. I will admit that I hesitated for a moment, realizing the odd nature of the act but I went on with it nonetheless. I honestly have no idea where the sudden urge came from, but I felt completely normal doing it. I remember as a child, my cousins and I would race down whatever staircase we could find, giggling as we slid down and  utterly enjoying the uncomfortable, bumpy trip. In those days, it was if that was only was to go down stairs. I mean who wants to walk down when sitting on your ass was much funner? 

Speaking of out of the blue, today’s a perfect example of a lazy August day. The humidity thats plagued this summer seems to have disappeared, if only for these 24 hours. I guess I can understand why people explain nice days with the expression “Not a cloud in the sky” but I really prefer there to be clouds. I don’t mean the kind of clouds that are deep and dark and make lunch seem like dinner. Or the clouds that are sticky and gray and refuse to let through some sunlight (though relieve none of the mugginess with some rain.) I mean the kind of clouds that are ideal. The ones that create the perfect contrasting view of  solid blue and fluffy white. They loom over you in the most pleasant way and seem to be enjoying the day just as much as you are (or certainly should be.) Those kinds of clouds really make the colors of the season stick out. & They intensify the seemingly endlessness of the sky. It’s those clouds that I see to define a nice day. Forget clear skies, I like a couple clouds. They’re good company.