Rains reached the east coast last night. After two stiflingly hot days. The torrential downpour was met with relief as I went from room to room to lift the window sashes. Opening the house to air and moisture and sound, just in time to crawl into bed was a moment of happiness. I abandoned any attempt to read. Just listened.
It is odd to say this when Boulder is such a mess with flooding, and when I know parts of New Mexico have been pummeled with storms, too. Here, it was just seasonal. Not weird. Not an anomaly. That brings a sense of relief as well.
glad all is well in your parts!
Yes, thank you, Patricia!
looks like our third rock from the sun!
hey Mo – come to think of it, it does.
That’s okay, Dee. I feel sort of like that here in Denver, too, and look how close I am to all the action. So nice to maybe even possibly get a little sweater out and put it on. xx
Hi Dee, sorry I didn’t visit you in a long time ….
(that’s probably what nót being in what-if anymore
is doing …. I’m missing a lot of you out there 😉 !)
Had a LOT of catching-up to do !
Saw some very beautiful things 😉
it’s a boulder!