Yesterday we had quite a storm with lots of lightning,
thunder and more rain than the city sewers could handle. Underpasses throughout
the city flooded and more than a few streets were hubcap deep in water.
Thankfully the rain didn’t last so long that there was widespread flooding. We
have had more than our fair share of rain for the past couple of weeks so the
ground is pretty saturated which is probably a good thing if you are a farmer or
someone that relies on the lakes ponds and reservoirs. The ducks and geese are
probably pretty happy, but it is hard to tell just by looking at them. Beaks
just don’t show feelings very well, either that or they are ungrateful waddling
assholes.
When I woke up this morning I went out and everything
glistened in the bright morning sunshine. The tables and chairs had beads of
water on them as did the table umbrella. The grass looked as if it were covered
in diamonds. It wasn’t of course…I checked. My section of the world had been
washed clean of all the dust, dirt and bird shit that had covered it the day
before. It is a new beginning, like climbing into a bed that has freshly washed
sheets on it pulling on a warm shirt that just came out of the dryer. Life is
good!
This morning Buster and I went on our walk and it wasn’t too
long before both his feet and mine were soaking wet. We both persevered and
made the best of damp feet. As we walked, Buster found interesting smells and I
thought back to when I was a kid at my grandmother’s cottage. We would be up
early and out exploring with our cottage friends. We would walk through hay
fields and in no time at all our pants would be dripping wet from the dew that
had collected on the grass overnight. Wet pants didn’t bother us because we
knew that our shoes and socks would be soaked in short order because we were
pirates/ bandits/soldiers or knights that had to wade across streams or float
on a poorly put together raft.
We don’t often have dew in the city and it usually would
burn off before I made my way outside. Also, there isn’t too much long grass
anywhere close except for that neighbour that only cuts his lawn twice a year.
There is dew in the mountains, but as an adult I try to avoid getting wet first
thing in the morning. My loss I suppose.
There is magic in the early morning, the world is taking a
breath before starting all of the possibilities that lay before us in the dew.
