It rained yesterday. A good rain. The wash (dry river bed) that runs to the west of our property and though the vacant desert land, across the street, north of our home became a stream and then a river. Carrying sand, branches and bits of trash to a new location.
I love being the first human to walk on the newly carpeted sand, still damp from the flow of rain water. Has the feeling of coming home to a clean house, familiar yet infused with a new energy. The feel of moist sand under my tennis shoes, the sound of near by birds mingling with distance traffic, the quality of light still shaded by a few clouds lingering from the storm, feeding my soul.
Taking a seat at my turn around point, a slab of concrete illegally dumped decades ago and slowly being covered with grains of displaced sand. Saying a prayer of gratitude, thank you for the rain, the sun, the sky, the birds and this day. It is a good morning.