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Rain come down

Out walking in the woods this afternoon, I got caught in the rain. It was a nice thing, doubly so because I'd grabbed my rainjacket to wear as a shell. (I'm big on the layers thing.) And it was a pleasant reminder of what it's like to face a new and unexpected challenge, however slight, and come out the better for it.

The woods are festooned with mushrooms, the detritus of mild, wet weather and much melted snow. Not many of the stalk-and-cap variety, mind you, but the flake, wrinkle and shelf types, which mostly grow sideways out of dead, wet wood. One particurly black, mossy log yielded a splay of some white fungus I've never seen before, like thick, heavy foam exploded out of a whipped cream can. And a particularly beautiful patch on a cracked and torn tree stump easily survived what little cold we've had so far: a pile of those thin, flakey, ragged-edged mushroom chips that are usually light brown, growing out of a coat of moss in a delicate shade of woodland green.

Entertained as I was, the rain was welcome. Rain feels good to go out in, and good to come out of. A forest is a different place when it rains, with new smells and sounds and rhythms. And being out in the rain, for all the countless times I've done it (and in places far further from home), yet reminds me of obstacles and reluctances overcome. It's a happy act of defiance, as mild as it is.

And it was nice, too, to face a challenge not of my own making. Do your worst, is my answer; I can handle it. It is nothing next to the tasks I have set for myself.

January 30, 2002 7:21 PM

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thanks. I kinda re-lived the whole thing. It's been so long I'd shifted to the concrete jungles.

Posted by balaji on January 30, 2002 7:30 PM

Man, things like that bring back memories of hikes in the mountains, I love that feeling. Sometimes I wish I lived along the tree instead of on the great plain. I guess you just have to find the bueaty where you are, and the dusty sunsets are something splended where I live.

Posted by jon sisco on January 30, 2002 7:54 PM

Yes -- I think part of it is being reminded of rainstorms in the mountains for me, too. What forest I have here is young and thin, but it resonates.

Posted by M on January 31, 2002 12:35 PM


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