Well, our caravan, Moby Dick, is all packed and ready to go.
The beds are made, the small kitchen cabinets are filled with dry goods and the coffee machine is stored. My new underwear and pajamas are freshly washed and packed. My laptop is ready to be put to use for my new book.
and on and on the list goes…
We plan to organize our route right after breakfast. Hubby and I are sitting at our breakfast table. He’s reading the newspaper. I’m cupping my warm coffee mug while gazing out the window, ( yes, that means an author is working)….and Hubby starts reading out loud, ( interrupting an incredibly touching scene going on in my head)….But since he can’t read my mind… he continues. “A cold front is coming our way… The warm sunny fall days have come to an end. We are in for rain, hurricanes and dismal weather for the upcoming weeks, presumably till the first snow fall.”
“Heh? Noooo really?” We both sit there and just stare at each other. How about Italy?” I ask.
“No they are having the same cold front as we are.”
Hmf. After the first flood of disappointment, I then look out the window again, watching the clouds gather; dark and heavy, before my eyes.
A sudden ache fills my heart; not because our camping vacation has literally fallen into a big muddy puddle, but because I’m thinking of the plight of thousands and thousands of homeless refugees who have no choice, but to camp out in this weather.
I clean off the table, give my hubby a kiss, and suggest we simply make the best of it and vacation at home.
We sauntered out into our garden, and in that moment a sunray broke through the clouds, and landed right smack onto a single rose in front of us. … I ran quickly back into the house, grabbed the camera, and click.
It was like a valuable message, sent to us on a ray of sun, reminding us once again how much we have to be grateful for.
And I pray,
that someday soon
each refugee can find joy,
in a sunray…
… For their pain has been eased,
and they have finally
a place they may call