Description
Last summer was an especially dry, smoky season. Hard on the environment, hard on all beings. When fall leaves began gathering at the shoreline, the first rain of the season came, and I felt like dancing. Raindrops bounced on the stagnant river surface, causing bubbles, ripples and tiny splashes – joyous, playful and childlike. The sky was misty, beautiful, reminding me of my native Wales, where we never have a shortage of rain. A very good day.