It is 7:37 a.m. The desk in my apartment faces east and the sun is just coming up over the building two blocks east from my building. It is gorgeous. An amazing morning. I never got to see the sun in my other apartment. I had a building immediately outside my building. Despite the seven windows in my apartment, I never saw the sun shine or the blue sky.
Spending the morning with sunshine in my apartment literally changes my mood. My day. I realize that we have the capability to "think" our way into our behavior. But their are external factors as well. Sunshine is one of them.
How can you describe that your spirit is lifted? How can you describe that you feel lighter? That you breathe easier?
Now that I am unpacked and we are settling in (Bridgette is still sleeping on the bottom shelf of my bookshelf), I am loving my apartment as well as my West Village neighborhood. . .
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