April 8, 2015
(This is part
of a 365 project during my 70th year where I write and illustrate a blog on
each day's gift.)
The rhythm of rain on the roof and water pouring
down the spout greeted me as I stretched in bed this morning. I had planned to
walk in the park today and the rain did not matter. I’ve discovered that damp
days in the woods have a magical calming effect. The park seems to take on a
different personality. In the sun, I hear children’s voices echo on the
playground and see shadows stalk me on the ground; in the rain, sounds becomes
muffled, dampness surrounds me like a cocoon and I can easily slip into another
world, another layer.
Today I pulled onto an empty parking lot and,
except for the staff, I was the only human there. But I was not alone. I was
accompanied on my walk by the constant avian chatter above as light drizzle tapped
on my umbrella. It was the kind of light rain that teased every twig, every
leaf, every bud, by clinging, drop by drop in the emerald woods. Liquid spheres, each reflecting its
world, were multiplied in the trees by billions. I squinted my eyes and looked
through my eyelashes at the wonderland that surrounded me, sparkling like
diamonds. I was bedazzled.
After a couple miles, I returned to the parking lot
just as another car pulled up. Out of all the spaces available, the pickup
truck parked right next to my car. Is there something so strong in human
nature, something yearning for connection so much, that on an empty parking lot
with ample spaces, someone would park next to the only car on the lot?
My
gift today is a diamond forest.
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> Day 121 Forgetting
You can find links to my other posts on this project here:
http://bjschupp.blogspot.com/2014/12/365-gifts.html
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