If you happen to live anywhere within miles of me, this scene is probably one that you are getting fairly familiar with… looking out your window and viewing whatever… through the lens of a grey, rather depressing, fog.
I awake most mornings of late with the routine of… climbing out of bed, hitting the shower, getting dressed, grabbing my coffee and bible, and after my devotions peering out into the dread while blasting a chorus of, “oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun, please shine down on me.” and, I am sure that I am not alone.
So when my tasks on Sunday meant loading up into the jeep and headed for Dayton, I thought surely I would find “Mr. Sun” there….. I did not.
As I passed Dayton, and my brother-in-laws house, headed up into the mountains to the Running T Ranch, where I was to meet up with my sister-in-law, I had given up on the hopes of finding the elusive sun.
My sister-in-law is brilliant at throwing a party. She is an event planner at the Running T, and I am always thrilled to hear the latest news. Today, I learned that the Running T will be adding full camp hook ups this spring, and I for one cannot wait, matter of fact. I might know where I will be spending most of my summer.
After my “chores” at the ranch where behind me, I thought, why not take the drive up towards the cabin while I am here? and so I did. Imagine my surprise when I ran into…..
You guess it. Mr. Sun, up on the top of the mountain… I was thrilled to soak in his rays.