What a wonderful difference outside this morning. A sun break that lasted for hours.

Clearly, we did have some wind and rain during the night. Guess I slept through it.

Looks like more than two inches of rain since yesterday morning.

And some branches did blow off the sweet gum in the front yard.

l walked both dogs separately and briskly for over an hour. Amazing what a little sunshine can do.

Saw a couple of new signs around the neighborhood

And this one at St. Paul’s. Not sure I get it. I think maybe it’s a quote from a recent sermon, but it seems out of context in the churchyard.

There are such different ways of loving. Just one English word, but four Greek ones that I know.

I feel compassion and heartbreak when I see the homeless camp on my way to run the dogs. I think that’s Agape. Charity or empathy.

Eros is sexual passion.

Philios describes authentic friendship.

Storge is unconditional family love.

I have experienced everyone of these.

This week, storge has been keeping me going as we supported and cared for each other as we said goodbye to Mother.

But I really do not think I agree with “no exceptions.” Some people — you can name the historical figures — should not be loved by any definition. There’s a watery saying that you can hate the behavior but not the behave-or. No. Some despots and molesters are exceptions in my book.

And then there is “like.” It’s actually possible to love people you don’t like. Strange but true.

Then there is the way we love cheesecake or kayaking. And there’s the way I loved this sunny Sunday. I don’t think the Greeks have a word for that.