An
early morning. Phoebe is quietly and industriously
licking her paws. It is a sight to
behold to watch her wash her face meticulously.
Her movements are dainty, almost cat-like. As soon as I stirred, Phoebe yawned and
stretched, asking to go outside. So did
the cats, Willow especially. Everyone is
polite and patient. The cats and dog are
learning to co-exist peacefully while I house-sit. It is raining today, a steady rain now. I have a cheerful fire lit this morning. Hopefully, it won’t blow out with the low
pressure system. I always find it harder
to keep a fire going when it rains due to the down-draft. I love the sound of rain on the roof
top. It has a cozy warm feeling when one
is inside, safe from the elements, warm and dry.
The
rain also heralds a more saturated water table, so those of us with wells can
draw a sigh of relief. It has been a
difficult summer, having to conserve water.
We live in a country where water is readily available; so much so that
we take it for granted. Turn on a tap –
Voila! It is as basic as breathing...until
there isn’t any, or very little. I
struggled for weeks in that predicament.
I wasn’t the only one. Neighbors
had moved out of their homes and gone elsewhere when it was critically
dry. There was no water anywhere. Ditches, creeks, even ponds dried out. There were fires in areas of Muskoka that
entailed evacuating parts of the community.
So
for today, while there is a lovely fire burning and my dog and I snuggled under
blankets, I am thankful for the rain.
This
is an example of a piece that I call Rapids.
It is an abstract and monochromatic look at water.
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