Sunday, January 2, 2011

Contemplative Rain

There's something powerful in standing in the woods during rain- the fresh, crisp grass, pale in its newness wrapping around ankles and calves, the cold damp biting deep into nostrils, the overcast sky casting pensive light down on all the world, and the light rain tapping its repetitive percussive soundtrack all the while.

The scene around you becomes your entire world: the dense trees, bark darkened in dampness, and the ever pervasive green sprawl under it.

You see nothing else, you smell nothing else, you hear only the raindrops on the leaves, and feel naught but those same wet fingers caressing your shoulders and hair.

It's a quiet contemplative time.

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