A lull this morning, before the rain comes again — an atmospheric river is headed our way. Atmospheric rivers are relatively long, narrow regions in the atmosphere – like rivers in the sky – that transport most of the water vapor outside of the tropics. These columns of vapor move with the weather, carrying an amount of water vapor roughly equivalent to the average flow of water at the mouth of the Mississippi River. We’ve battened down the hatches, made sure we have flashlights, candles, water, and firewood in. There’s such a contrast between the months of dryness that we’ve just had, and all the rain. I’ve been out walking in it, and need to find the rain pants I took on a bike trip to Ireland, twenty + years ago. It never actually rained on that journey, just some “fine, soft days.” That’s how it is right now.
I took a couple of shorter walks today, the first to gather persimmon leaves for this morning’s mandala. The view here is wide, and this only captures a bit.