Walk the dog. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.
I was pleasantly surprised this morning after rolling out of bed and getting dressed. Getting ready to walk the dog, pressing my favorite button–the coffee pot start button, I noticed it had rained very recently.
I suppose this is not a thrill for most of us, especially those living in the storm battered mid-west, but here in SE Arizona it is a big deal. It doesn’t rain here often enough. Now my flowers and all the desert plants and animals are smiling along with me.
I remember the first trip I ever took by myself. I rode an Amtrak train from Dearborn, Michigan to Benson, Arizona. What a thrill. I had recently quit smoking with success, so approaching the train cars in Dearborn, I asked a train worker, “is this a non-smoking car?
His reply was, “just get on the fucking train!”
I did. I found a seat and settled down.
Union Station in Chicago was amazing for me. Walking between the locomotive engines made my insides quake. The rumble was powerful. Naturally, I had to run up the stairs and onto the street in downtown Chicago and look up. I had never seen skyscrapers before.
Back to the rain. When my train was somewhere near the New Mexico/Arizona border it started to rain in the desert. It was like the entire desert was glowing with life. It is hard to describe. Needless to say, the rain in this desert was welcome, as it is today.
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