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Days of splendor
Jul. 23rd, 2007 10:14 amI love the smell of summer rain.
Maybe it's because I've lived most of thirty years where rain is a sometime thing (I moved to Calif. during a drought, I still think it strange to get water at the table without asking. My sisters, in Tenn. think me strange, because I turn the tap off when washing my hands, or brushing my teeth), and almost always something which only comes in the winter.
So today it drizzled a soft, "female" rain, from about 0300 to right about now. The clouds are still there, so the light is soft, bright, and rounded.
But the smell. The rich wetness of the air. A sense of ease, for now things are good; and there is no sense of want.
It's an illusion, because it would have to last for weeks to do more than keep the dust down, but for now, I'm going to breath deep, and pretend we have enough.
Maybe it's because I've lived most of thirty years where rain is a sometime thing (I moved to Calif. during a drought, I still think it strange to get water at the table without asking. My sisters, in Tenn. think me strange, because I turn the tap off when washing my hands, or brushing my teeth), and almost always something which only comes in the winter.
So today it drizzled a soft, "female" rain, from about 0300 to right about now. The clouds are still there, so the light is soft, bright, and rounded.
But the smell. The rich wetness of the air. A sense of ease, for now things are good; and there is no sense of want.
It's an illusion, because it would have to last for weeks to do more than keep the dust down, but for now, I'm going to breath deep, and pretend we have enough.
