I went for my customary morning Snaggies walk at about 8am, and lo and behold, there was heavy mist, the ground was wet, dare I call it rain? Oh I wish, I'm waiting we all are. My glasses had drops on them...wow....I miss it. I miss the smell of wet concrete, the clean leaves on all the trees, and the pitter patter lulling me to sleep.
I love the rain.
It seems as though the whole world is renewed when it rains....it's a fresh start. New growth, changes, it's always great to head up the trail in the rain. Only the animals venture out, there are no riders, no hikers, only the occasional rabbit.
I love the rain.
It was only heavy mist this morning, but reminded me I was inspired by this kind of a day when I did the painting above. Everything is shrouded in grey misty fog. It's like a Sherlock Holmes mystery in black and white, or a delicate Japanese painting.
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