Sunday, October 17, 2010
Pouring over dried grape leaves, droplets soaking the parched earth, relief at last. Rain cleanses the earth and the soul, leaving everything feeling, smelling, fresh and new. The kids take their cue from the birds, playing and singing in the trees. Soon, the streets will fill, spilling over into the swale beneath the trees. They love the waterfall that fills these man made pools, allowing water to soak back into our common area. Sitting on the little bridge, they create a world all their own. Can I be a child here?