Reflections on an end to summer
As I write this, it rains outside. I have to lower the windows so the rain won’t wet my floor. It’s a short and heavy downpour. I love it. Sadly, it ends as fast as it begins. A few minutes later the sun returns, and not much later the streets and roofs are dry again. As if the rain had never stopped by. It’s funny. Even though I don’t like getting wet, I absolutely love rain. There’s nothing more tranquil than walking in the woods while gentle rain falls on my umbrella. Everything seems so peaceful. There’s no sound but the raindrops on the umbrella and my steps on the ...