This morning I woke to rain. The sound of droplets softly falling on my roof, the wind buffeting the branches of the tall tree above, sending the scent of cedar swirling...all cause for celebration.
My warm nest of quilts held me down, a comforting weight. Drifting out of dreams, I feel a sense of contentment. "My forest will drink deeply today," I think.
Later, preparing for my workday, I enjoyed some music, setting my player in the window ledge. The window was open just a little, letting in the rain-washed air. A songbird perched in the cedar branches sang along in his elegant voice....