Raindrops
Dear Friend,
It’s raining here again.
Apparently it has done little else since we left this place over four months ago.
The ground is saturated and walking is difficult without sinking into the mud. My daughter is afraid of the sound of the rain against her window. And the roaring sound of the wind through the trees. So she’s been camping out in our room lately.
But I like these sounds. I like it when nature talks to me without being called upon to do so. I try to listen and hear what she has to say.
Tonight she seems restless. And sad.
And cold.
We all have those nights, I guess.
I hope that all is cozy and warm at your house.
All the best,
Hugh
Hugh you legend!!
really really like the way you write.
flows like magic.
it’s funny: i’ve been reading a myriad personal development blogs all day with all kinds of superfluously complex points and even more sanctimonious language and yet this, about not much in particular, not only made me feel the best but got me thinking the most.
thank you.
keep well and in touch mate
alex – unleashreality.com
Hugh you legend!!
really really like the way you write.
flows like magic.
it’s funny: i’ve been reading a myriad personal development blogs all day with all kinds of superfluously complex points and even more sanctimonious language and yet this, about not much in particular, not only made me feel the best but got me thinking the most.
thank you.
keep well and in touch mate
alex – unleashreality.com