Today it rained. I grew up in western Washington. As kids we did everything and anything in the rain. We didnt let rain ruin our plans, we planned on rain. We had picnics in the rain. We played baseball in the rain. You name it, we did it the rain. So when it rains, it reminds me of so many good things. It reminds me of old friends I havent seen or talk to in far too long. It reminds me of the sound and smells of the forest when it rains, and the feeling of that girls hand as we walked together without saying a word but speaking volumes. I remember the drive to the coast to rent a room for the night. We sat there in front of that huge window watching the wind whip the surf on the incoming tide, as the lightning flashed and thunder rolled. Today though it was just me in my power chair with my dog Paris. It was still exhilarating. It felt good on my face. Even Paris seemed to be more enthusiastic than at other times, as if she could sense my heightened spirit. It was a good day. youtu.be/ebt0BR5wHYs
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 08:47:25 +0000
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