It doesn't rain much here. When it does, it's like a shock to the system, but slowly, easily, it becomes comforting and soothing like an old friend.
I did enjoy the darkness as I drove down the long and empty roads. A metaphor, for life, and the direction I have chosen. Not the easiest, not the sunniest, but very pleasant. Lonely is not always bad.
Last night I was grateful for quiet solitude, the way the light hits the rain and some respite from the constant sunshine. No light without shade.
Honourable mentions:
Dog people
Dogs
Music, sweet music.
Alice Cooper reminiscing on the radio.
Brothers and sisters, good crazy, bad crazy.
Hearty food.
Being appreciated, valuable and kind.
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