Today as Sugar and I were taking our morning constitutional, I was relieved to see that the rain had cleared and the skies were blue. The ground and cars were drenched from last night's deluge, but the birds were cheerfully singing.
As I stood waiting for Sugar to sniff everything in sight (or maybe she couldn't locate her usual marker scents because of all the wetness), I saw what I thought was smoke emanating from the middle of the grassy area behind the dumpsters. Did someone drop a cigarette and start a grass fire? But it was not a heavy smoke and seemed to be coming from higher up than the ground. Besides, the grass is so wet.
A closer investigation revealed that the sun was causing the rain soaked into two beech trees to dry rapidly, producing copious amounts of steam that looked for all the world like an Indian smoke signal of days long past rising into the air.
I watched in fascination until Sugar was ready to move on. We ended up standing beneath one of the pine trees on the other side of the building. While Sugar sniffed dandelions and chased bees, I caught sight of something falling from within the pine tree.
Thinking it was probably bird droppings, I stepped to one side. Then I saw another and another, so I quickly jumped out from under the tree branches. Turns out the rain had so saturated the branches of the pine tree that the needles were still letting go of drops of rain!
It was rather mesmerizing to see the ever changing patterns of water droplets. It reminded me of those desktop oceans in a glass container that tilt from side to side creating ever changing seascapes. Calming for sure.
And similar to that moment after some tragic life event when the sun is shining again and you are letting go of the heaviness you have been carrying. Yes, a good place to be.
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