– Monday Muse –
NEW POST – Dear One, early in May, after the weather had been miserably cold, dark, damp and breezy, the morning sun rose so boldly bright it seemed to be apologizing for all the preceding dreariness. The sky, perhaps not wanting to be outdone, displayed its very bluest-blue from horizon to horizon. And the breeze? Well it showed its better side too. It touched my face and bare arms with the warmth of a loving caress. The DAY had arrived. What day? The day that northern Michigan sorely, sorely needed.
With the sunshine pouring in the east and southern windows, after weeks of being sheltered at home because of Covid 19, Ron and I decided to drive into town for takeout dinner. We would eat it by the sandy shore of the magnificent waters of West Grand Traverse Bay. We just had to celebrate the DAY.
Since Michigan’s stay-at-home edict, I had…for weeks…only worn old jeans and flannel shirts, I quickly riffled through my closet looking for something to match my summery mood. When I spotted a pair of white capri pants, I did not hesitate. I nearly ripped them off their hanger. Perfect!
Perfect? Perfect?, I questioned. Why this is still May? I can’t wear white. White can only be worn in the summer – June through August. But there was no debating. It seemed that my conscience had been swept away with the joy of all the summer days to follow – picnics, bike rides, and flowers profusely blooming in the yard.
Do I have cabin fever? For I had just decided to break with a life-long dress code taught to me by my mother; one I had adhered to my entire life. White dresses, skirts, pants, shoes and purses are only worn from June through August. And it wasn’t just a decision for that particular day. I added, from now on, I am going to wear white from May through September. Oh, I must have cabin fever. For I defended my case. Summer in Michigan is far too brief. And I went even further. I pulled out a pair of bright, white sandals like a white flag of surrender to a new standard.
While riding into town, I did what first-time rebels do…justify. After all, when to wear white was not a Biblical command. It wasn’t a law. It was a manmade rule of etiquette. And etiquette had always changed over time. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder. Do I have cabin fever? With that, I dropped the subject, and enjoyed the sunshine spilling across the bay; it was a shimmering emerald green.
“And God said, “Let there be lights in the expanse of the sky
to separate the day from the night,…” Genesis 1:14a
“God made two great lights — the greater light to govern the
day and the lesser light to govern the night,…” Genesis 1:16a
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