|One of several balls swept down a raging VT river only to rest on floating debris|
Today it is raining. I cannot enjoy it's steady rhythm on the roof. I worry about who it is affecting now. I worry about all the people who are afraid that the river will swell up again. Who are worried that the earth beneath their now unsteady homes will slide away and take their cherished homesteads away permanently this time? Who are worried that all the work done to tidy and maintain could be undone again if the rain becomes torrential and the river decides to surge and roar once more.
And I worry that the summer is over. Fall is coming, the darker days are nearing and soon it will be snowy and cold. Ah! Such dreary thoughts on a dreary day! Time to make art.