As I walked out of church this morning there was a slight breeze gently whisking away the remnants of an early morning shower, leaving only a few thick, rolling white clouds to pepper the deep blue sky. Though the heat of the day and the evening thunderstorm let us know that summer has nearly arrived, it's mornings like these that allow us to hold on to spring just a little bit longer. I love how weather can affect your mood, good or bad, and how it can inspire you to grab a cup of coffee, or in my case iced tea, a newspaper and a chair on the porch. I don't remember the last time I sat down and read the newspaper, but today my morning passed into the afternoon as I read about a community coming together to support its hockey team; friends, family, and loved ones lost braving the heat and being remembered and celebrated on their big day; and some of our region's favorite books that I've never read.

I love days like this. I need more days like this. Allow me to speak for all of us when I say we all do. Something about the day just felt refreshing; it felt breezy. It's impossible for us to control or predict the weather, but if you ever find yourself in the midst of a breezy Sunday morning, let it stop you in your tracks, let it grab you, let it sit you down and refresh your soul. Then you'll know what I mean when I say my day was breezy like Sunday morning.