I just returned from a barefoot walk in the rain.

I just returned from a barefoot walk in the rain. Flashes of lightning in the dark sky followed by the loud boom of thunder seemed to exhilarate me. I had an umbrella. I had my shoes. But I abandoned both as I approached my house. When was the last time I walked on wet grass or jumped in a puddle? Actually, if you saw me on my lawn, it looked more like I was marching in circles or even executing an exotic rain dance. Maybe it’s because I spent most of the day outdoors, and I was still very hot from this incredible heat. I may have looked a little silly, but with the neighbors already in for the night, I couldn’t resist being a little playful…..I wonder what the weather will be like tomorrow?

Postscript: Having been incredibly social and busy recently, I decided that I needed to spend the day alone to rest and reconnect. I found myself heading down 212 to Woodstock. Only 15 minutes from my house, I still find myself appreciating it’s beauty and recalled many fond memories of the time spent here….(Helen/tattoo, Marie/Christmas open house, the team of Roger & Paul (and Clayton)…Debra and the chocolate-covered coffee beans, Eileen/Magic Meadow, the Weiss summer house, California Quarry hike with Uncle Tony, the fireworks, library fairs, seeing Uma, etc.). I did a lot of looking in the boutiques along with some people-watching….I ended up buying a Mexican sacred heart made of tin.