I love the luxury of other. A pool-ball click to change your track and send you sprawling, groundless into unhewn ground.
So it is for me with rain since living in Provence, the sunny South of France, where folks flock from around the world just to soak in a nearly 365 big bolt of blue. Can you imagine that it can be tiresome to have that same ceiling perpetually overhead, no matter how stunning the view? It can.
And so I delighted in wrapping myself in a rain shroud during our recent trip to the safari tent. Up in the mountains where air can fog to trip up and fall down. We had just returned from a hike where at one point we were so deep in the woods that I was awaiting to bubble pop into Narnia, when the skies thundered an announcement over the PA that we would not, actually, be straying from the tent at any point today save for two highly ambitious hoverings over the barbecue.
Droplets pelted the tent roof like clacking typewriter keys, writing new stories.
It was such a climate shift that I felt a little lost and nearly nervous. So I just listened. And watched. Until I started to enjoy this land-fall swimming enough to turn Automatic Pilot off with a mindful fingernail flick.
There is freedom in such pounding rain when you have no where that you have to go and no how that you have to be.
Just to listen to rough music, so sweet to the mind.
Mes sincères remerciements to the exceptionally talented:
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for inspiring me in general and today’s post in particular.
Who knows Edgar, maybe he wrote a sonata based on something similar?
Already? 😉 I bet you must have some gorgeous skies in between the storms…
You are SO right about that EE. And yep, this is a permanent structure. All we have to do is show up and enjoy!
So be it! I certainly don't shy away from being considered odd anymore, I like what I like!
Boy do you make the rain look beautiful and seductive.
As Chet Baker would say, 'let's get lost.'
Let's get lost in the rain.
Bisous,
G
I can't believe that you have the same rain experience in the Provence as I have in the
tropics. A well acquainted sound when I listen to your rough music. Anyway your trip sounds very adventurous at least for the dogs? … and every day blue sky…who need it?
Beautiful shots too, Heather.
I was in Arles last week and think I will move there!
Honestly, when I opened your post and saw the gloomy photo, I wondered if I had the right post or if you had moved from Arles. Such a surprise to see anything but sun and blue sky. So glad you had the luxury of staying indoors and enjoying the downpour. There is nothing quite like a good rain after months of dry weather.
As usual, you paint vivid word pictures, so we get the full visual! Rain while on holidays can be a pain, but if it is a change, and forces you to sit still and take it all in, what better way to slow yourself down and relax? Good book weather!
Cheers,
Deborah from Melbourne.
I can just imagine it now… Spectacular! I love the rain when I'm cosied up somewhere with nowhere to be…
Clare x