I love the way that everything glimmers and shines beneath the streetlights during the night hours of a heavy day's rain. When it has rained and rained and rained and everything is as soaked as it can possibly get and so all the bare branches gleam along their length wherever they are not beaded in drops that refract the light like millions of diamonds.  All against the backdrop of the blackest skies you've ever seen and ever could imagine.... No moon and no stars, just the clouds so dense and dark and heavy with rain that will be, they trap the ambient city light and give nothing back but blackness. I like to stand there beneath a tree whose branches spread their fractals under a street light and just stare up in wonder at the glitter of the falling drops and the glow of the stationary drops clinging to the surfaces and the shine of the trees and all the light as it's scattered in refractions and reflections with that deep inky black backdrop behind the brilliance.... it's one of those random moments and images that make me smile every time I have a chance to appreciate it. And no matter what a hurry I'm in, I always pause to appreciate it when I find a tree under a streetlight on a rainy night. It's important to pause in the rush of everything for the moments of stillness and beauty that surround you. 

And anyway. I've always loved to be outside playing in the rain and the snow, dancing my joy with the beauty the skies makes as the precipitation falls. But rain at night, particularly on tree under street lights, is a forever favorite for me.

More prosaically, what I'm saying is that the dog told me after I got out of the shower that she needed to pee, so I had decided that my hair loves rainwater and it wouldn't matter if it hadn't yet dried before I took her on a walk -- it's dark and rainy and nobody is up. We're back inside now, so I'm going to drink some Gunpowder Green Tea (in honor of the 5th of November) and read some Mo Tzu for a bit. Eventually I will make some coffee and breakfast. Not yet, but eventually.

Not going to the Badgers game today. Crissy's mom needed to move up her shoulder resurfacing surgery and then with the weather this weekend being a cold rain and a wind advisory all day Saturday even I was not looking forward to it. When she brought it up, her boss told her point blank that it was going to be cold and wet and miserable and she should pick another day to ask for tickets, lol. I will be headed into work later. But that's it for my plans for today. 

Sorry if my silence here has been a concern or you have missed me. I just haven't felt a desire to share anything here this week... nothing since after the story of my giddiness at all the serendipity allowing me to see George Winston on Sunday for free just as soon as I made up my mind that was what I truly desired.... I didn't really have a desire or need to write here this morning, but I'm still enchanted and dazzled from the beauty of my pre dawn foray into the rain for my pupper to pee. So I figured that while I wait for the kettle, I could share a bit of the magic and poetry of the way I see the world.