The overnight rain continued at dawn. A quiet morning, no sign of people outside save for a few preoccupied dog walkers. The scent of a wood fire was in the air, a neighbor’s habit for bringing a warm, cozy welcome to a damp and dreary day.
The gentle rain and abundance of puddles evoked so many fond memories of childhood years donning black rubber boots and yellow hooded raincoat to walk to school. Splashing in puddles and playing in the water rushing toward storm drains brought such delight. The photo shows a tree reflected in puddles along the path. The puddles, the rain, the soft earth, and the rich green of the forest were comfort for my soul. Another welcome!
What caught my attention, though, was the sound of the wood thrush. His flute-like song, permeating the forrest, such that it was a real challenge for me to spot him up high in the highest branches. Find him I did (in the video, you’ll see him at first off to the right side); but it was not easy. Although it’s a low-quality cell-phone video, what is captured well is the sound of the gentle rain and ethereal dawn-song of the wood thrush — verse after verse, each the same. I hear him singing, “All is well, you be well, live your best today!”
