Today heaven touched earth ... for me.
A beautiful rainy day...A chilled Poya holiday...
I woke up to a day that seem to stretch endlessly before me. To sounds of rain and wind in the trees. A day with no plan, no duties, no one around to disturb me and just my dogs for company.
Feeling warm in the knowledge my family is comfortable and fed and not too far away, dogs and fish fed, my food quietly delivered at my door...What more could I ask for.
A warm bed, well loved book, a slab of chocolate and a promise to meet with a few dear friends later in the evening.
I may be fifty or I may be five, but I thrill when it rains on my upturned face, I thrill to stand out in the garden and let the rain soak through me.
I gaze in wonder at the delicate Madatiya leaves which seem to remain dry even as it rains. Look, touch and feel the rain on different plants and trees. I'm mesmerised as the rain collects in tiny drops and tremble at the edge of a leaf now weary of its burden....
Then I gaze into a pond to watch rain drops cast ripples in water and tiny saree guppies add a myriad colour to its depth.
I blissfully walk barefoot on wet leaves, moss covered brick and wet grass. Visit my favourite spider web to check if it has survived the rains. It has and spider seems unfazed and quite safe....
Back to my warm bed, friendly dogs and yes a new book :) maybe a cup of tea....and truly it being one of those perfect days when Murphy's Law does not effect...I did get my cup of tea...and a buth packet for dinner from a person returning from the village.
Yes, once in awhile a day such as this occurs. Today truly heaven did touch earth... for me...
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