I wish this blog came with Smell-O-Vision.
You know how it feels to breathe in — No. Words fail me. I wish I could find a way to breathe into you how I felt, taking this picture. Standing there wet-footed, in this cool, fresh morn. Let me say it again. Cool. Cool. Rain.
I would wax rhapsodic.
I would see paradise in a puddle.
And then, on my way back in the door, I see this:
Is it alive?
Why yes! It moved!
Thunder! From the South?
From the East?
Back to business.
I know how to get Mr. Stick out. It’s easy.
Notice how calm I am. How do I do it?
[Editor’s Note: Plus, Mr. Stick is a lot slower on the jump than Mr. Grasshopper was.]