Today I love grey rain falling softly on all the dry land and brown lawns and dusty streets. I love that walking in the rain without a coat feels like heaven after the long dry days we’ve been having. I love people who think we need this because their lawns are so dry, because at least they recognize that there is a problem. I love the funny looks I get when I ask them if it will affect their harvest, like when I tell people they should ask for their money back when they complain about the weather. I love being an ass sometimes. I love that the land seems to be relieved, I get the sense of satisfaction, the feeling that this soaking is more than just needed, that the land is actually relishing it. I love the clean and shiny look to the street outside my Wednesday office window, love how it looks so fresh and watered. I love the memories of rainfall from my youth, love how often they were “just in time” according to my grandfather, ever the optimistic gentleman farmer. I love that I may have found his optimism and that it is still intact, that I’ve dusted it off and am using it myself these days.
Today I love that last night we had a good crew on the dragon boat and we paddled to the dam and back again. I love that there was lots of training and teaching going on. I love that I was in the place where I belong, on the back of the boat steering and keeping an eye on my crew, making sure they were safe and happy. I love that the river smell was strong last night and the bay smell was also strong last night and that those two smells are distinctly different. I love that the “Bog of Eternal Stench” was mentioned and then there was some singing and discussion of David Bowie and Labyrinth and that led to talk of the choir and I love how things just all fit together in my life and in this world.
Today I love Emergency Response people and all they do. I love that when I hear a siren anymore, instead of thinking that something is wrong, I always think something is right, someone is getting the help they need, something happened and now things are getting fixed. I love that these are the people who have taken on the job of not giving up.
Today I love drinking coffee in my Wednesday office while I stare out at the clean, shiny, thirst quenched streets and wickedly ponder the lawn crops growing again.