Contemplations in Rain

seasons change, thoughts flow. From hot fires to cold snow.

Rainy Day Beauty

Even in the midst of Rainy days there is beauty… ¬†although at times I just stand there and watch the rain fall, in a bit of a trance. ¬†The gentle or fierce sound of the rain, leaves blowing in the wet wind, the smell of fungi beginning to grow, it all washes over me likeContinue reading “Rainy Day Beauty”