Good morning!
It’s Sunday. We had quite the storm this week. The wind huffed and puffed, the house shook, the lights flickered, and the rain scrubbed our windows clean. Thankfully, everything held tight.
Whenever we get that much rain, I love to go into the woods. There’s a spot where the water comes down the mountain and trickles throughout the swamp before emptying into the bay. But after big storms, that trickle becomes a torrent that spreads and sparkles across the forest floor.
Everywhere you look, there’s water in motion. Sometimes it splashes in runnels and rivulets. Sometimes it finds a patch of moss and takes off its shoes to tiptoe barefoot across it. And sometimes the water finds an eddy where it can slowly swirl and catch its breath before rejoining the flow.
“It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.”
—Ursula K. Le Guin
Onwards,
Clara
p.s.—You can also watch today’s video via this link.
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