Up to this point every day was sunny and bright with a perfect temperature, but a little rain was due. Even rainy days are needed and on our trip it gave the perfect excuse to spend the day indoors. At the cabin it was only dripping through the trees, but the creek was rushing with a loud dose of white noise. From the front porch swing it sounded almost violent and mechanical like streaming cars on a freeway. I could have stayed there all day taking brief interludes in the hot tub when the rain allowed, but we decided to get going since it was our last day.
Striking out on new adventures against a bright blue sky, I still have hope when it comes to overwhelming happiness and know one day I will find my place.
The rain and the thought of the last day really gripped me and I broke out in tears as we watched TV that night. I didn’t want to pack or leave. The self pity raged through me and I wished that I had a different life where I could take my time on vacation and just be. Don’t get me wrong, I love my home and kitties, but I wanted to stay just for another day or two, but that wasn’t to be.
Like tears, rushing away, but pooled to feed.