The word above showed up in my email as the “Word of the Day.” (The pronunciation was wrong, but I appreciated the reminder.) I had made a note of this word over ten—or more—years ago because I liked the sound of it. A-pri-city. It’s an old word and I hadn’t heard it before, so I electronically remembered it in a Word document so I could be sure to toss it around and sound smart, but of course I forgot about it and the word and the file I saved it in went unused for a decade.
The warmth of the sun in winter, is an absolutely perfect metaphor for the things that happen with age. I am now in my mid to late sixties and the whole good/bad news this happens all the time. So I appreciate the joy of breakthrough sun on days when it has been cloudy, or as we call it, January.
Beautiful, Cindy! Love this word and your message this time. Amazing and tragic indeed. Sending many warm rays your way.
Wishing you apricity whenever you need it…
As always, your posts are lovely and thought-provoking. Sending love and hugs and a ray of sun in winter.🌞
The warmth of the sun in winter, is an absolutely perfect metaphor for the things that happen with age. I am now in my mid to late sixties and the whole good/bad news this happens all the time. So I appreciate the joy of breakthrough sun on days when it has been cloudy, or as we call it, January.