This crazed road is traversed by people in vehicles all the time! More on this crazy road right here.
This is the same feeling we get around a smoothly burning fire. Inside of this is warmth that makes us disappear into a dream.
Water v. Rock. The sheer wall in the background was once different levels of this same river.
My how time flies.
And takes everything with it.
Yeah, that's my dad and my grandpa. Big Lake, Ontario, Canada circa 1969. These were the men that put the fire in me to fish for all things HUGE. I dreamed about catching fish like that when I was growing up.
I had to make a lot of mistakes and put my time in, but eventually, I landed one.
Now I was the one hooked.
For your reading enjoyment.
It's been raining for two or three days off and on. It's colder than it's been; it's wetter. The grass is growing exponentially. It makes work for those of us who work outside more difficult. Everyone is back inside after the long winter finally ended. I can't get in the garden. The sun's been up for hours but it's still dark. People in the area have been flooded out or at least been flooded in. (re: basements with failed pumps)
If it was me that it happened to... I don't know for sure, but I still never complain about the rain.
There's nothing like it.
It sustains us. It's there when we want it. It keeps us alive and well. It's renewable. It falls from the heavens and gathers itself for our benefit. We can't live without it.