Last Friday was another rainy day. We’ve had a lot of them this fall, but I think it’s what has kept our leaves on, and it’s replenishing the water table after our very dry summer, so I can’t complain too heartily. Also, there’s the bonus of that intense feeling of freedom and rejuvenation when you get out after being cooped up due to the weather. I realize this is a bit like thanking your captor, but it’s a real feeling all the same.
Especially if the sun comes out after the rain ceases to fall, the smells and colors are more vibrant for the soaking. Friday wasn’t a stressful or frustrating day in any way, but I get spring fever almost daily – hence all the blogs about 3 – 4 mile day hikes – and that was the case last week. At 5:00 I looked at Tony and asked if he wanted to go to the lake. Torch Lake is our favorite, and it’s less than ten minutes from our couch where we work, so when I say “the lake” he knows what I mean.
Ten minutes later, we were reveling in the fresh dirt smell and clean air feel at the ball park on Torch Lake. Often we love the Caribbean blues of the lake, but that night we enjoyed the serenity and calmness Torch offered. It’s not a coincidence that we purchased a house so near to Torch – and still close to the Big Lake and other inland beauties – but I still feel fortunate that such a treasure exists.