The Wonderment of You: Today is Monday

I'm staring mindlessly at a postcard I received from an old friend, a Japanese painting of a koi pond.

It's been raining steadily throughout the early morning, beating a constant rhythm on the skylights. Off in the distant I hear the swishing of the wet pavement as cars glide through the streets overwhelmed rain.

As I stare at the postcard I feel relieved. As if something has let go. The sadness is still with me, but slowly it has been replaced by the faint embers of warmth--as if there may be a ray of hope somewhere, someday.

While it may be raining out, could it be that in my heart it may be readying to let up?

I hope this may be.

Today is Monday.