I was woken this morning by the sound of children... they were just playing but the way these houses are... it sounded like they had shape shifted into Elephants.
My eyes opened and saw no greeting from the sun.
"What the... it's still night." yep, I had woken as crabby Uncle.
Anyway, my two nephews and their father came downstairs. Curtains were drawn and the sky was still dark... but there,just at it's beginnings was daybreak. I let the crabbiness go (never lasts with me) and made some coffee.I found myself grateful that I was awake as the new day birthed upon the sky and shadows stretched and melted.
It reminded me of a moment with my father. I was coming home from work when lightning flashed and the rains released from the clouds. I was soaked in seconds and cursed all the way home.
I enter our apartment and let out a stream of complaints about how wet I was and that the rain could have waited a few more minutes. What a fool.
My father was sat in the front room and just listened until the moment when I looked across to him and I saw that eyebrow raised... oh no.
"Who do you think you are to complain about the Wakinyan and the rain they bring? That's family. Now get yourself outside and offer some tobacco... apologise to them."
I went outside, we had a roof garden, and stood in the rain with my arm out stretched, tobacco in hand and bare foot, praying.
This morning I was bought the wonder of greeting the day. It was cold and I was tired but I was also blessed. So I thank my nephews for just being themselves and apologise for a moment of crabbiness.
