It was a cloudy day and the misty rain was hanging around with no better place to be. Fog was drifting slowly across the fields. We sat on the saturated bench looking out onto the acres of freshly cut grass. The smell was oceanlike.
(more) There was a faint call of a swallow in the distance. The water was too thick in the air for their wings to suspend them in flight while they played. Life seemed to be placed on hold.
We sat there enjoying the peacefulness, the solitude, the quiet, the remote feeling of having no one else around. Refreshing. It was like taking an emotional shower cleansing my spirit, my soul, my life. The gratitude I sense from being still and reflecting invigorates me.
The mist was now turning to rain. It was dribbling down my nose and eyelashes, whiskers on kittens and warm woolen mittens, silver white winters that shoot into spring..... these are a few of my favorite things.