Like a blessing from above, the downpours have begun. The grip of drought in whose grip we have been clenched since last spring has come pounding down to a wet end, in near-torrential, multiple, thunder-augmented showers of liquid ecstasy. Except, not the club drug. Actual ecstasy. Whatever cycle in which we have found ourselves trapped, has now somehow navigated itself away from much of Texas, and I can only imagine that right now the ground and grass are singing.
This, all after a downpour of my own, of work. All this great voice work, coming at me.
I am grateful and thrilled!
I love October!