Perhaps we got as much as 0.05" of rain the other day. If that weren't miraculous enough, it stayed cloudy most of the day.
The next day there was some dampness to the ground. This is fantastic for a hiker or mountain biker. The ground had turned from something uncomfortable and dead into something completely different, something alive. But don't think I am telling tall tales: there weren't any mud puddles to slosh through.
Damp ground has hope. If that isn't worth noticing and writing about, what is? But how would you explain this to people who think purely in terms of visual entertainment and spectacular scenery?
How would you actually write about it? Lavishing adjectives on it probably wouldn't work. The long-suffering reader knows my stump speech by heart, by now. But each fresh manifestation of it seems fresh to me because something that was dead comes alive.
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