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Bernard Herrmann and Soft Desert Rain

Long-suffering readers have heard me yearn (pine, moon&swoon, lust) for water and life and soil, for green plants and flowers, and for happy little creatures that gambol and frolic across the alpine meadow.

After years of unfulfilled longing, I am finally getting what I wanted: a secondary rainy season in the desert Southwest. And I am wallowing in it.

Let's put some color on that word 'wallowing.' It means doing more walking through arroyos. Slow walking, not gym workout crap. I sauntered and stopped at every occasion.

Just stand there and visualize the air as an unguent, an analgesic. Allow yourself to heal.

Long ago people might have celebrated rain in a rowdier fashion. Who knows what they did? Flop around naked in the mud, have orgies, perform animal or human sacrifices?

It was justified. They had more at stake than us. I will put off some of the mountain biking until the air is warmer.
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Thus I am giving it my best effort at 'wallowing': keen observation followed by letting the imagination run wild.

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XXXXX said…

What kind of a test?

George, I am breaking in a new laptop with different arrangements. Gotta bring one thing up at a time.