Thursday, December 2, 2010
The calm that follows the storm
A dragon in a Very Foul Humor passed through town yesterday after which the sky cleared and the temperature dropped like a rock from the mid 60's to the mid 30's. Wow. I love the drama of the weather and seasons here. Fantastic!
I remember how moody my dog used to be on stormy days. He, too, was a shaman, dancing in alignment with the barometric pressure, precipitation and wind. Some days I really miss my dog - still - even though he died a year and a half ago, even though he was a royal piece of work. I loved that dog, I did.
It's sunny and chilly in DC today, a great weather day if you ask me. In a little while I'll put on my cowboy boots, warm jacket and stetson, take a big ole walk through my city of over-sized, neo-classical marble and sandstone architecture. When the leaves finally fall, everything looks different. I love the wintery light and shadow so much.
My plan includes a stop at a cafe in Penn Quarter, where I will drink tea and read a book about Taoist mystics, maybe check out the controversial Hide 'n Seek show at the Portrait Gallery. I'll take some pictures, too, no doubt.
Have I mentioned recently that life is good and I am grateful? It is, and I am. Shalom.