Archive for September 2011
It’s a drizzle really, barely enough for a puddle or two but the woman who normally sits in the tiny booth at the parking structure had escaped, and was dancing about. Her outstretched arms helped her maintain some balance as she spun in big circles saying “Thank God for the rain.”
Today I am thankful for
- the parking lady’s rain dance. I should know her name by now, but I don’t. We rush past each other at the top of every day and most of the time manage a “good morning”.
- a back yard full of almost-magic.
- a quiet moment.