Rain is in the air. I can feel it, feel the dampness around. I can see it, see the huge, dark clouds rolling in overhead. I can almost taste it. It’s there. A few moments ago the sun was brightly shining, making me believe in Spring. Now it has gone. I sit and watch the washing bounce around. It was sunbathing, now it is engaged in a swift, moving dance. I’ve learned things in life. I know that if I leave the washing, it will get wet and need to be done again. Blessed experience! Saving work, saving time, saving my temper for something more worthwhile.
But I haven’t really learned. I sit for just a moment longer. Just one more moment, savouring my comfy chair, my tasty fruit drink, my book and the images that fly before me, my washing’s crazy dance. And then I see it. The darkening of tiny spots on the patio. More appear and I leap up, abandoning my comfort for practicality. I do my own crazy dance, joining the washing in creating movement. Perhaps it’s not stageworthy but it adds to my own dance of life. It’s in, mostly dry. And I go back to my chair, my drink and my book. Adding more washing to the pile and more experience to my life.