CATSKILL MOUNTAINS, NEW YORK
Ralph Waldo Emerson once wrote: "God works in moments."
Many appreciate the sun--most especially in the winter or spring. But how many take joy in the rain?
The rain can be a magical thing. The drops hanging from leaf or branch, like diamonds. The sound of the rain--individual raindrops singing a massive chorus. The feel of it--and the warm glow you have, when you've come out of the rain, into the snug comfort of your home. The smells the rain releases--smells hidden from our dry weather noses--the smell of the hot pavement, after a sudden summer rainstorm, the scent of old leaves and pine and flower, heightened by the wet days of early spring.
The trees are amazing as well, even in the dead of winter. the buds are dormant--but life is still inside that tree, waiting patiently to bud at the first hint of spring.
Everyone loves the autumn colours--but many never realize that the colours of autumn are ALWAYS there, in the leaf. They are just waiting for the right weather to tell them to change. How do the leaves know when to shed their green pigment for the brighter colours? What genetic process has wrought this? It's a miracle that goes unnoticed--like the stars in the heavens.
Emerson once asked us, what would we think of those nightly stars in the sky, that we so take for granted, if they only appeared once every hundred years? Every thousand?
It's something to think about, ey?
