A Refreshing Rain

March 21, 2020

It's the beginning of spring. A front came through last night and brought with it a cool and refreshing rain.

The rain washed away the dust and the heat, and now the morning is crisp. Cool, even.

Water pools on our porch, and raindrops glisten on blades of grass as birds chirp and crickets hum.

My Saturday is going to be slow and simple—as I suspect yours will be, too.

We've got ribs smoking and turnips boiling, and firewood cut for what has become a near-nightly ritual. A slow burn of us marveling at the coals beneath the stars.

Spring can be quiet, but also energetic. A season of new life slooowly coming out of decay—new life slowly but also suddenly breaking through, like taking your first deep breath after surfacing from a pool of deep, icy water.

Activating your senses is supposed to have a calming effect. So I've been trying to notice these things.

Today, I see rainwater. I hear crickets. I smell hickory. And I feel...cool. I feel spring.

I hope these paintings activate some senses for you. I hope they remind you of the feel of water on your skin, the taste of ice melting on your tongue, the sound of a waterfall roaring, and the smell of mist bouncing off rocks and splashing on your face.

What are you seeing/hearing/smelling/feeling/tasting today?