Tuesday, August 24, 2010
This summer has been a brutal one.
The heat of the day lingers, pushing through cracks in scorched earth and blooming hot into the night. A bit oppressive, one might say.
But on occasion, there is a break of sorts. I'm hoping for one of those today.
For certain, the drops are appreciated. Moments after they hit the dirt, the air is fresh. Plants awakened from their wilt.
How precious and beautiful these droplets are. Each and every one.
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