It’s 24 degrees this morning, and I was awakened by the birds chirping outside my window. Does their song portend the arrival of spring? Except for the lack of electricity during the last “snow storm”, this was the first time I actually enjoyed winter. Even on rainy days I’d bundle up to meet the hawk that awaited me. Whether I was walking the neighborhood or standing by a lake, I reveled in my new relationships with winter and rain. No longer are they things to escape and avoid. The landscape is completely different then, too, and I want to be present to see it.
I’m recalling that day a few years ago when the pouring rain beckoned me to walk around my backyard wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I was concerned at first about what my neighbors would think but after those first glorious moments of the rain pelting on my face, massaging my scalp, cascading down my neck, and squishing between by toes, it didn’t matter.
There’s also that day when, instead of bemoaning the 2.5 hour drive to the farm in the rain, I was actually excited about it. I knew then that the times, they were a’changing. And they’ve continued to change, as have I.
I snapped these shots at Fork Creek Mountain Park in Decatur, Georgia. I discovered it en route to a friend’s house on an overcast morning after a rain.