i want to say a lot of things today, but time is short, and growing shorter every minute that loudly clicks right on by. i want to tell you that it has been raining, steady and predictably, here for the past three days, and the sun is finally, gratefully, back out in full force again this beautiful autumn morning. i want to ask you if you've ever enjoyed walking in the rain, even when you didn't want to at first, even when you thought you'd rather stay in with a hot cup of tea. we went in the rain, because we've been going every single morning, and because i know how much better i feel, and walter too, when we've had our three mile walk out under the trees. we went, because i've been pining for rain, and because there is a different smell in the air this time of year that is heightened by moisture, by water falling through the leaves. i love that the rain makes everything glisten; i love that there are reflections of the sky and trees at my feet. i love that i can take spontaneous photographs, thanks to the phone i've remembered to tuck deep within my dry pocket, and capture these beauties in the pouring rain. (i love that walter's blurry nose snuck into this one, too.) it was a childhood's pleasure to be walking down a trail as the rain came down, seeing no one else for the hour we were there, wearing my black rain jacket with the thousand little midnight stars of rain glistening across my shoulders, my back. i sparkled like a clear sky at midnight. i wanted to tell you this, and so i have. now, back to the (blurry) studio, where mayhem always reigns. as messy as it is, i find great peace and clarity working here. some pieces i've made to carry with me to portland have unfolded these past few weeks; a large portion of them have been assembled in completion since returning from my week's sabbatical in alabama.