The best part about my day yesterday happened at night. A little before the sun had completely disappeared, rain clouds bunched up and began sprinkling down fresh-scented drops that hit the roof of my bungalow like notes on a harp. The storm came in waves of intensity, sometimes only barely drizzling and sometimes unleashing a torrent of water. Thunder and lightening came later, as if the storm wanted to wait until the full of night for it's light show. The thunder was very muted but the lightening was brilliant!
I drifted off to sleep smelling the rain in the air, listening to the music of my rooftop, and seeing splashes of white light throw beautiful reliefs out on the dark.
Location:Train ride to Siena
You know, I just re-read The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis and there was this segment in it about a painter who loved to paint. The book is, I don't know if you remember, about a man who finds himself in 'the shadow of life' where he is not quite in Heaven nor in Hell, but just a purgatory state. Any way, the protagonist runs across a painter who is consumed with a love of painting and his guide, Angel, explains that the love came from a moment of experiencing something more than entailed, and a need to try to share that feeling with the world. I like your picture and this entire entry, you are sharing that quick glimpse with us. You are like that painter. :)
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