Nothing like taking a border collie out into the hills on a day when the rain is coming down in sheets.  I look at him and he seems to be in his glory, bounding in and out of the tall grass, stopping every once and awhile to shake himself off.  Over a short ten minutes, his fur is wrapped around his body, wet.  Cold water drips from my rain jacket and into my gum boots.  It sounds like it is a completely harsh experience, but, NO, it’s ‘magical’!  We go on and on, following the ridge that overlooks the irrigation canal.  It seems as though we go for miles and then, we turn back.  I know that a warm home is waiting for me and that I have leftovers to heat up for dinner.  I am one of the fortunate ones who doesn’t worry about having basic needs….I am blessed!  The kettle goes on for some afternoon tea and I look out at the birds huddled on tree branches.

Stand in Awe
(Carabine/Walther/Mike Roth)

I stand in awe, as the sun goes down
And I see my days turn to gold
And the moon and I, we are all alone
And she haunts the sky like a ghost

And I stand in awe of the love I’ve lost
Will you be the one that got away?
I build my house where you’ll never go
And I stand in awe of all that could have been.

Well the trees know first when the summer’s gone
But they’re not afraid to let her go
And I can’t hide on this empty beach
You should be here, but I’m alone

And I stand in awe of the love I’ve lost
Will you be the one that got away?
I build my house where you’ll never go
And I stand in awe of all that could have been.