I step out into the cool air and let that wonderful after-rain smell wash over me. The deck is damp under my bare toes. I uncap my camera lens and snap a picture. I am happy.
And I am aware of the cold drops of water that wet my feet as I run barefoot across the grass and onto the street. I reach my destination - it's quiet except for my own breath, the beep & click of the camera, and the birdsongs.
And finally, trying to shield my camera from the oncoming drizzle, I run back, first across hard concrete, then soft forgiving earth, and finally damp cold wood. The door closes behind me, and I enter the kitchen again.
Such is life after rain.
Abbie /// XOXOX