Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

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Nor’easter @ Daybreak. 65° F feels like 57° F, heavy rain and wind gusts up to 45 mph. 7:00 am. December 18, 2023. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More shots from this morning’s walk here.

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“I loved the rain as a child. I loved the sound of it on the leaves of trees and roofs and window panes and umbrellas and the feel of it on my face and bare legs. I loved the hiss of rubber tires on rainy streets and the flip-flop of windshield wipers. I loved the smell of wet grass and raincoats and the shaggy coats of dogs. A rainy day was a special day for me in a sense that no other kind of day was–a day when the ordinariness of things was suspended with ragged skies drifting to the color of pearl and dark streets turning to dark rivers of reflected light and even people transformed somehow as the rain drew them closer by giving them something to think about together, to take common shelter from, to complain of and joke about in ways that made them more like friends than it seemed to me they were on ordinary sunny days. But more than anything, I think, I loved rain for the power it had to make indoors seem snugger and safer and a place to find refuge in from everything outdoors that was un-home, unsafe. I loved rain for making home seem home more deeply.”

— Frederick Buechner, The Sacred Journey: A Memoir of Early Days (via Alive on All Channels)

41 thoughts on “Monday Morning Wake-Up Call”

  6. How beautiful on so many layers. I love it when someone echoes my good feelings about something then goes on to explaining why I/we love said thing. His words bring my crystal thoughts into this dimension and show me the why’s. Thank you.

  7. […] “I loved the rain as a child. I loved the sound of it on the leaves of trees and roofs and window panes and umbrellas and the feel of it on my face and bare legs. I loved the hiss of rubber tires on rainy streets and the flip-flop of windshield wipers. I loved the smell of wet grass and raincoats and the shaggy coats of dogs. A rainy day was a special day for me in a sense that no other kind of day was–a day when the ordinariness of things . ………..(more) […]

  10. Also, it rained in Toronto yesterday and for some reason I couldn’t explain I felt extra privileged walking through puddles on my campus. I think this quote captures why, beautifully. We are so lucky to have safe and warm spaces to shelter us.

  12. Our rain here in Northern Cal started during the night and lasted through mid morning, now it’s just windy and gray skies; a nice respite from the sun. Cozy inside looking out at the birdbath full of water. Your photo is beautiful!

  15. The colour of the Morning is amazing, between gray and blue… I loved so much. Thank you dear David, as always inspirational post, Love, nia

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