The art - is finding the comfort in this discomfort. In sitting with it. In getting wet. In knowing that this too - shall pass.

It was - just yesterday - a cold grey and endless winter. It will be - tomorrow - a long hot dry summer. Today - it is what it is.

Rain. Endless day-after-day soaking rain.

And somewhere - in it - is 'this'. This one spot of deep...rich...happy color. Hopeful and bright. Proud and straight. Reminding me again - of the power of returning. Of looking and seeing. Of uncovering the beauty in this everyday.

Of- 'just this'.