imminence as invaluable
Blacksburg started out green. Then it became dusty olive. Now, it is brown. And mustard. And dehydrated. It has been nearly five weeks since rain visited this valley, and it shows.
Usually, by this time of the semester, I have gone on an afternoon venture of photography around campus. But, to my dismay, who wants photos of dry, earthen clay being pushed about in construction efforts? I’ve seen enough dead grass in my lifetime and systemically categorizing my experiences with it this semester has not been on my to-do list.
The weather forecasts are hinting at rain today and later this week. I am looking forward to this so much. This semester I have not yet had the honor of racing from cover to cover during a downpour of cats and dogs. No one has raced by me on a bike only to launch road sludge onto my pants and jacket and face and hair.
Today, I may just listen to some Darwin Chamber. It’s no rain dance, but it’s my attempt at open and welcoming arms.