Last night we had a rainstorm here. This morning was
a beautiful day. The gray clouds had all gone away,
and it was sunny. I went for a walk in my neighborhood,
and it is amazing how the rain had changed everything.
Walking on grass surfaces was like walking on a
naturally lush green carpet--the ground was like a
sponge, and absorbed each step I took. Fallen leaves
were wet, and packed on the soil. The leaves cushioned
each step. Then the gravel begged to say,
"Good morning!", nudging my soles to yawn and
to come alive. And all of this without a single word or
sound uttered. Indeed--being BF makes me one with
nature, and more aware of my connection with it.