My Wet Walk
All day it has rained–gentle, but persistent. Lots of fog, but just before noon the fog lifted a bit and I said to Jerry, “Want to take a little ride in the rain?”
Kind soul that he is, although he is not nearly adventurous as I am, he said, “Sure.”
I drove a couple of minutes from our home, and where the pavement turned into dirt here, I parked the car. “Want to get out?”
“No, I’ll wait for you here.”
I tucked my camera inside my coat, taking it out only for a shot. Golden leaves lined the path I took.
Everything glistened, wet and drippy. The light was glorious–impressionist paintings.
When I saw this chain stretched across, I turned and went back to the car.
Peering over a cliff, I saw boulders and this tree of magnificent trunk. In my Mac, I processed the photograph to a monochrome image.
Evening has thrown its dark cape about our home now, and the fog is so thick I cannot see the neighbor’s house. Gentle rain still falls. Orange flames leap about in our fireplace.