Alex declared, at the side of the road, where I pulled over just so we could smell the rain, listen to it fall on the car, our hands. It started raining on our drive to Idyllwild. As we made our way east and north, passing sights,
familiar landmarks, new developments, we watched the thunderheads, mounting figures, in shades of blue, churning, compelling weather. We'd hoped it would rain. Summer rain, heavy and warm. Alex explained to Maria, "Viridian, it's a kind of green. It looks like that..."
and he gestured to the trees, the hills, the view from our van. It's the kind of green that is washed in a summer rainfall, soothing to see, refreshing to inhale.
It's been a long time since our last visit to Idyllwild.
Especially long, considering my last words on the subject were "We can't wait to go back."
I feel the same way, again... wish it was a longer stay, not just overnight, wish we had everyone
with us, and I can't wait to go back. Back to pine trees, and manzanita, fat acorns, viridian views, thunderhead clouds, or any kind of stormy weather, some hikes and exploring, cold nights, and the coziness of a mountain cabin, where we can talk all night, and plan our next adventure.
With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.