Today on my evening walk: a beautiful rainwashed dusk. Through a blue break in the weather, saw the rainclouds piled mightily on the skyline, saw the peninsula draped in curtains of rain. Swift, the rain god, seems to be following me. I don't mind a bit. Rain to soften the harsh burnt browns of the trees in the ghut, rain to wash the streets and nurture the garden, rain to give that sense of comfort, tapping on the window panes. Saw another kestrel, swooping into the canefield from the power lines. Had a nice talk with neighbors about Anklebiter (they called her the "no-name dog", but liked my name for her), and the other vicious dog, and how they keep asking the owner to lock both his dogs up. (I noticed the gentleman carried a big stick, too.)
Got the photos from my wonderful, wonderful trip up on my website. Have decided that Angel is most likely not going to call, since he hasn't called yet; need to stop daydreaming. (Old patterns die hard, despite new resolutions. It was fun while it lasted! Grateful for what I have.) Had a powerful conversation (unexpected) about new directions with my best friend, last night. This Friday I turn 35; I think I'll go out for dinner and drinks with friends. Here's to new ventures! Tout bagay!